I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.

I consciously choose the dog's path through life. I shall be poor; I shall be a painter...

I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream

The only time I feel alive is when I'm painting.

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.