“Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?”

In every photographer there was a painter, a true artist, awaiting expression.

Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.

I do not seek. I find.

I don’t work from nature, I work like nature.

Nature does many things the way I do, but she hides them!

There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.

In every photographer there was a painter, a true artist, awaiting expression.

Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.

I do not seek. I find.

You have to start somewhere. You can always erase reality later on.

Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.

Music and art are the guiding lights of the world.

My hand tells me what I’m thinking.

I’d like to live as a poor man with lots of money.

I paint the way some people write an autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages from my diary.

The quality of a painter depends on the amount of past he carries with him.

A noble soul spreads even over a face in which the architectonic beauty is wanting an irresistible grace, and a often even triumphs over the natural disfavor.

The smile on your face is sometimes out of place, don’t mind no frowns, cheer down.

I like a fresh face. I like clean skin. Fresh skin, cute color on the lip, cat eye, mascara, and I’m good to go!

In middle school, we are all so damn insecure. It was the worst time for me, really destructive, like slapping myself across the face but loving it. Now I have to be an adult and change myself. I have to be a bigger person.

Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.

Only the soldier is a free man, because he can look death in the face.

Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.

I loved each and every one of your faces.