My father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religious – to the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow, and death stood by my side since the day I was born.
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"I am a wanderer, always searching for something I cannot find."
"And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?"
"Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash."
"I owe my art to suffering."
"I have been so often misunderstood, and my art has been called sick, morbid, and ugly."
Reflecting on his inherited psychological and emotional predispositions.
Date: Early 20th Century
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