Still, there is a calm, pure harmony, and music inside of me.

What color is in a picture, enthusiasm is in life.

We spent our whole lives in unconsous excercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words

When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.

I began to paint again, even though I could barely hold the brush, but knowing exactly what I wanted to paint, I began three more large canvases... of large wheat fields under cloudy skies, and it did not take a great deal to express sadness and loneliness... I believe these paintings say what words cannot.

Modern reality has got such a hold on us that... when we attempt to reconstruct the ancient days in our thoughts...the minor events of our lives tear us away from our meditations, and... thrust us back into our personal [problems]

The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.