Without Fear And Disease, My Life Would

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

The Camera Will Never Compete With The Brush And The Palette, Until Such Time As Photographs Can Be Taken In Heaven Or Hell.

In My Childhood I Always Felt That I Was Treated Unjustly, Without A Mother, Sick, And With The Threat Of Punishment In Hell Hanging Over My Head

I Should Have Considered It Wrong To Have Finished The Frieze Before The Room For Its Accommodation And The Funds For Its Completion Were Available.

I Was Walking Along A Road One Evening – On One Side Lay The City, And Below Me Was The Fjord. The Sun Went Down – The Clouds Were Stained Red, As If With Blood. I Felt As Though The Whole Of Nature Was Screaming – It Seemed As Though I Could Hear A Scream. I Painted That Picture, Painting The Clouds Like Real Blood. The Colours Screamed.