“Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.”

When art critics get together they talk about Form and Structure and Meaning. When artists get together they talk about where you can buy cheap turpentine.

I don’t believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents.

There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun.

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.

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.

The only really safe thing to do is to write a diary of where you’ve been, what time you went to bed, what you ate. If I wrote honestly about everything I think it’d be a disaster. It would cause a lot of trouble.

Please read my diary, look through my things and figure me out.

If you read, you’ll judge.

Though my father was Norwegian, he always wrote his diaries in perfect English.

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

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me.

I always say, keep a diary and someday it’ll keep you.