Without Fear And Illness, I Could Never

All Art, Literature, And Music Must Be Born In Your Heart's Blood. Art Is Your Heart's Blood.

When I Paint A Person, His Enemies Always Find The Portrait A Good Likeness.

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.

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 Springtime And In The Glories Of Summer. They Stood At My Side In The Evening When I Closed My Eyes, And Intimidated Me With Death, Hell, And Eternal Damnation.

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.