My Will Exceeds My Talents.

What Is Art? Art Grows From Joy And Sorrow, But Mostly From Sorrow. It Grows From Human Lives.

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.

Nature Is Not Only All That Is Visible To The Eye... It Also Includes The Inner Pictures Of The Soul.

Certainly A Chair Can Be Just As Interesting As A Human Being. But First The Chair Must Be Perceived By A Human Being... You Should Not Paint The Chair, But Only What Someone Has Felt About It.

The Notes I Have Made Are Not A Diary In The Ordinary Sense, But Partly Lengthy Records Of My Spiritual Experiences, And Partly Poems In Prose.