From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye… it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.
The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
I build a kind of wall between myself and t he model so that I can paint in peace behind it. Otherwise, she might say something that confuses and distracts me.