When I Paint A Person,

At Different Moments You See With Different Eyes. You See Differently In The Morning Than You Do In The Evening. In Addition, How You See Is Also Dependent On Your Emotional State. Because Of This, A Motif Can Be Seen In Many Different Ways, And This Is What Makes Art Interesting.

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.

Photography Is An Art Which Touches And Grips One's Own Heart's Blood.

And I Would Often Wake Up At Night And Stare Widely Into The Room: Am I In Hell?

My Art Is Rooted In A Single Reflection: Why Am I Not As Others Are? ... My Art Gives Meaning To My Life.