I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God's help I shall succeed.

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

The only thing I know is that,
I paint because I need to,
and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

I don't say everything, but I paint everything.

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.

I am not strictly speaking mad, for my mind is absolutely normal in the intervals, and even more so than before. But during the attacks it is terrible - and then I lose consciousness of everything. But that spurs me on to work and to seriousness, as a miner who is always in danger makes haste in what he does