My hand is the extension of the thinking process - the creative process.

That's the motivation of an artist - to seek attention of some kind.

The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke.

Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.

I think about my work every minute of the day.

Vitality is radiated from exceptional art and architecture.

By the work one knows the workman.

Art doesn't transform. It just plain forms.

My love of fine art increased - the more of it I saw, the more of it I wanted to see.

Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.