Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

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.