When I Paint A Person, His Enemies

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 Viewers Must Come To Understand The Sacredness Of Painting, So They Will Remove Their Hats As If They Were In Church.

A Work Of Art Can Only Come From The Interior Of Man. Art Is The Form Of The Image Formed Upon The Nerves, Heart, Brain And Eye Of Man.

From The Moment Of My Birth, The Angels Of Anxiety, Worry, And Death Stood At My Side, Followed Me Out When I Played, Followed Me In The Sun Of Springtime And In The Glories Of Summer. They Stood At My Side In The Evening When I Closed My Eyes, And Intimidated Me With Death, Hell, And Eternal Damnation.

I Have Been Given A Unique Role To Play On This Earth: Given To Me By A Life Filled With Sickness, Ill-starred Circumstances And My Profession As An Artist. It Is A Life That Contains Nothing That Resembles Happiness, And Moreover Does Not Even Desire Happiness.