A Person Himself Believes That

My Breakthrough Came Very Late In Life, Really Only Starting When I Was 50...i Had The Strength For New Deeds And Ideas.

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 Don’t Believe In An Art That Is Not Born Out Of Man’s Need To Open His Heart.

From My Rotting Body, Flowers Shall Grow And I Am In Them And That Is Eternity.

I Sense A Scream Passing Through Nature. I Painted ... The Clouds As Actual Blood. The Colour Shrieked.