Occupation: Painter Birth: June 12, 1890 Death: October 31, 1918
At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the ….
Everything is dead while it lives..
I must live in my own excrement, breathe in my own poisonous sticky fumes. Yet I am a human being! I still am. Does no one think of that?.
I was in love with everything- I wanted to look with love at the angry people so that their eyes would be forced to respond; and I wanted to bring gi….
I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness.
I do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done ero….
No erotic work of art is filth if it is artistically significant; it is only turned into filth through the beholder if he is filthy..
To restrict the artist is a crime. It is to murder germinating life.
I believe in the immortality of all creatures..
I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds..
All beautiful and noble qualities have been united in me... I shall be the fruit which will leave eternal vitality behind even after its decay. How g….
I shall go so far that people will be seized with terror at the sight of each of my works of 'living' art..
Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside..
Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal..
My mother is a very strange woman... She doesn't understand me in the least and doesn't love me much either. If she had either love or understanding ….
I am so rich that I must give myself away..