It Was Always My Intention

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.

I Do Not Believe In The Art Which Is Not The Compulsive Result Of Man's Urge To Open His Heart

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 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.

In Common With Michelangelo And Rembrandt I Am More Interested In The Line, Its Rise And Fall, Than In Color