Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion.
The sadness will last forever.
Drawing is the root of everything.
Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.
Someday death will take us to another star.
Let’s not forget that the little emotions are the great captains of our lives and we obey them without realizing it.
One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.
Man is not on the earth solely for his own happiness. He is there to realize great things for humanity.
Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.
I want to get to the point where people say of my work, that man feels deeply.
I’ll start with small things.
Do not become the slave of your model.
I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance.
I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.
I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say “he feels deeply, he feels tenderly”.
One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.
How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.
As you can see, I am immersing myself in color-I’ve held back from that until now; and I don’t regret it.
The great artist is the simplifier.
The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.