Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
I should have considered it wrong to have finished the Frieze before the room for its accommodation and the funds for its completion were available.
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.
It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.
The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.
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.
This kind of painting with its large frames is a bourgeois drawing-room art. It is an art dealer's art-and that came in after the civil wars following the French Revolution.
Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.
One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does not see anything and notices only the damp smell of putrefaction.