And painted portraits have a life of their own that comes from deep in the soul of the painter and where the machine can't go.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

I can't work without a model. I won't say I turn my back on nature ruthlessly in order to turn a study into a picture, arranging the colors, enlarging and simplifying; but in the matter of form I am too afraid of departing from the possible and the true.

But after all I find in my work an echo of what struck me. I see that nature has told me something, has spoken to me, and that I have put it down in shorthand. In my shorthand there may be words that cannot be deciphered. There may be mistakes or gap

I want to paint what I feel, and feel what I paint.

Rembrandt is so deeply mysterious that he says things for which there are no words in any language.

You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.