Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

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

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

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

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