Occupation: Painter Birth: December 12, 1863 Death: January 23, 1944
Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives..
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 dep….
All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood..
I was walking along a path with two friends - the sun was setting - suddenly the sky turned blood red - I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on th….
When I paint, I never think of selling. People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive f….
Art comes from joy and pain...But mostly from pain..
What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives..
A work of art comes only from inside a human being..
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life..
Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls..
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul..
My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections ov….
I do not paint what I see, but what I saw..
There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love..
My will exceeds my talents..
My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? ... my art gives meaning to 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..
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity..
From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of sprin….
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash..
I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart..