As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.
I have played hell somewhat with the truthfulness of the colors
You write in your letter something which I sometimes feel also Sometimes I do not know how I shall pull through.
I can very well do without God both in my life and in my painting, but I cannot, suffering as I am, do without something which is greater than I am, which is my life, the power to create
If you hear a voice within you saying, ''You are not a painter,'' then by all means paintasasas and that voice will be silenced.
Love is something eternal the aspect may change, but not the essence.
The only time I feel alive is when I'm painting.
How to achieve such anomalies, such alterations and re-fashionings of reality so what comes out of it are lies, if you like, but lies that are more than literal truth.
I certainly hope to sell in the course of time, but I think I shall be able to influence it most effectively by working steadily on, and that at the present moment making desperate efforts to force the work I am doing now upon the public would be pretty useless.
If you hear a voice within you saying, ''You are not a painter,'' then by all means painta and that voice will be silenced.
If you hear a voice within you saying, ''You are not a painter,'' then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.
When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.
A weaver who has to direct and to interweave a great many little threads has no time to philosophize about it, rather, he is so absorbed in his work that he doesn't think, he acts and it's nothing he can explain, he just feels how things should go.
The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.
I am risking my life for my work, and half my reason has gone.
It is only too true that a lot of artists are mentally ill- it's a life which, to put it mildly, makes one an outsider. I'm all right when I completely immerse myself in work, but I'll always remain half crazy.
If I were to think of and dwell on disastrous possibilities, I could do nothing. I throw myself headlong into my work, and come up again with my studies if the storm within gets too loud, I take a glass too much to stun myself.
I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say 'he feels deeply, he feels tenderly.'
What am I in the eyes of most people--a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person--somebody who has no position in society and will never have in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then--even if that were absolutely true, then I should
I have drawn into myself so much that I literally do not see any other people anymore-- excepting the peasants with whom I have direct contact, since I paint them.
I want to do drawings which touch people...In figure or landscape I should wish to express, not sentimental melancholy, but serious sorrow.
I consciously choose the dog's path through life. I shall be poor I shall be a painter...
My opinion is that the best thing would be to work on till art lovers feel drawn toward it of their own accord, instead of having to praise or to explain it.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.