Never think of death passed forever, as long as people alive, dead people can live forever, live forever.
Maybe in our souls have a mass of the heat, but no one use it to warm up.
It is my life - the power of creation.
There is no immortal, including the art itself. From the only immortal, is the art of the understanding of people and the world.
This morning, the day is not bright, I see for a long time in the window, the window is nothing, only a Venus, good big of a star. Night than during the day to live, but also warm.
I want to draw a touch the hearts of the sketch, I want to through the characters or expressed by the scenery, is not sentimental melancholy, but sincere sorrow.
I think this is a great character through the tragedy. They tend to work again is admitted by the work before he died.
I have a natural, art and poetry, I still have what not satisfied?
When I draw a man, I'm going to draw his life.
Is everything I have towards natural creation, chestnuts, to withdraw from the fire. Ah, those who do not believe in the sun is betrayed the people of god.
More and more, I believe, to create the good price is: hard work, disappointment, and perseverance. The first is pain, and then the joy.
When they are alive, they suffer from the struggle for survival of obstacles and difficulties of oppression.
Many painters scared blank canvas, but dare to cap risk, blank canvas fear really passionate painter.
I dream of painting, I painted with my dream.
May be in the corner of the soul with a hot flame burning stove, but no one came to heating; A bit of a visitor just caught a glimpse of the chimney.
Normal state is like a paved road: walk comfortable, but don't grow flowers.
Sadness will always retained.
In my life and painting, I can not to god, but fools like me, but we cannot do without something great than me.
Through a star to express the hope that, through a sunset over the rosy clouds to express the desire of the mind.
Life is just a season of sowing, harvesting is not here.
When I draw a sun, I want people to feel that it is a terrible and heat waves. If life no longer have some infinite, deep, the real thing, I will no longer be sentimentally attached to earth.
In fact we through the land, we're just going through life.
My work is my body and soul, to which I willing to take the risk of loss of life and reason.