If you study Japanese art, you see a man who is undoubtedly wise, philosophic, and intelligent who spends his time how? In studying the distance between the earth and the moon? No. In studying the policy of Bismarck? No. He studies a single blade of grass. But this blade of grass leads him to draw every plant and then the seasons, the wide aspect of the countryside, then animals, then the human figure. So he passes his life, and life is too short to do the whole.
I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.
Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.
What am I in the eyes of most people? A good-for-nothing, an eccentric and disagreeable man, somebody who has no position in society and never will have. Very well, even if that were true, I should want to show by my work what there is in the heart of such an eccentric man, of such a nobody.
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners.
Winning isn't everything.. It's the only thing.