A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.