Disease, Insanity, And Death Were The Angels

My Father Was Temperamentally Nervous And Obsessively Religious—to The Point Of Psychoneurosis. From Him I Inherited The Seeds Of Madness. The Angels Of Fear, Sorrow, And Death Stood By My Side Since The Day I Was Born.

No Longer Shall I Paint Interiors With Men Reading And Women Knitting. I Will Paint Living People Who Breathe And Feel And Suffer And Love.

For As Long As I Can Remember I Have Suffered From A Deep Feeling Of Anxiety Which I Have Tried To Express In My Art.

The Way One Sees Is Also Dependent Upon One's Emotional State Of Mind. This Is Why A Motif Can Be Looked At In So Many Ways, And This Is What Makes Art So Interesting.

All Art, Literature, And Music Must Be Born In Your Heart's Blood. Art Is Your Heart's Blood.