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...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?
There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke
I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.
Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint,then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.
I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
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 one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.