I would never write something that made me uncomfortable. Im not sure its even possible.
I learned early about the misery and dangers of life, and about the afterlife, about the external punishment which awaited the children of sin in Hell.
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. . . it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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.
All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood.
My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are?. . . my art gives meaning to my life.
What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
We none of us find as much kindness in this world as we should.
When I was speaking about communicating, I meant that the listener - we have to reach the listener; otherwise, of course, you're writing the piece, as I say, only for the satisfaction of seeing it on the paper for yourself, and then it ends right there.
Raising a child is like taking care of someone who's on way too many shrooms, while you yourself are on a moderate amount of shrooms. I am not confident in my decisions, but I know you should not be eating a mousepad.
I am for an art that takes into account the direct effect of the elements as they exist from day to day apart from representation.