Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
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.
I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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.
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.