I am a person who doesn’t know what life is all about. Meanwhile in the path of discovering life and it’s possessions I seem to have seen a lot. I have seen me and people around and I’ve seen the fine line between ocean and river and from there on I seem to have known much about me. I consider myself as a non entity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.