If What You Want To Paint Is

Just As Leonardo Da Vinci Studied Human Anatomy And Dissected Corpses, So I Try To Dissect Souls.

There Is A Battle That Goes On Between Men And Women. Many People Call It Love.

To Die Is As If One's Eyes Had Been Put Out And One Cannot See Anything Any More. Perhaps It Is Like Being Shut In A Cellar. One Is Abandoned By All. They Have Slammed The Door And Are Gone. One Does Not See Anything And Notices Only The Damp Smell Of Putrefaction.

A Person Himself Believes That All The Other Portraits Are Good Likenesses Except The One Of Himself.

One Can Easily Tell That The Creator Of The Paintings In The Sistine Chapel Was Above All A Sculptor