Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.

Some colours reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.

Without anxiety and illness, I would have been like a ship without a rudder.

Colours live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

Photography is an art which touches and grips one's own heart's blood.

And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?

My will exceeds my talents.

I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man's urge to open his heart

Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.

I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.

My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are, my art gives meaning to my life.

A work of art comes only from inside a human being.

I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.

I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.

There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.

I love you more than my own skin.

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.