The life of the consciousness is boundless. It interpenetrates the world and is woven in all its imagery. Therefore, we must listen closely to our inner voice. — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
The most fundamental in me is coming uppermost, and the transient, the sensational, is dispersing, because it can't adversely influence what is essential to… — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
I used to be too subjective, and I was always tempted to find my inner self in the exterior and dissipate my imagination on… — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
How do I define a work of art? It is not an asset in the stock-exchange sense, but a man's timid attempt to repeat… — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
However ugly a face may be, we can discover some beauty in it if we first experience wonder before it and then begin to… — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
I try to keep my sitters moving and talking, to make them forget they are being painted. This has nothing to do with extracting… — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
I cannot say why I wanted to paint.The only answer is in the pictures themselves. — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
I consider myself responsible to the coming generations, which are left stranded in a blitzed world, unaware of the soul trembling in awe before… — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
The life of the consciousness is boundless. It interpenetrates the world and is woven in all its imagery. Therefore, we must listen closely to… — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
Open your eyes at last and see...now I will open the book of the world for you,there are no words in it,just pictures — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
True dreams and visions should be as visible to the artist as the phenomena of the objective world. — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
The mystery of the soul is like that of a closed door. When you open it, you see something which was not there before. — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
There is no such thing as a German, French, or Anglo-American Expressionism! There are only young people trying to find their bearings in the… — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
Consciousness is the grave of things, the place where they cease to exist, beyond which they end. And when they have ended, it seems… — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
Intellectually, I am already an old man. But in the sensory area, I am still such a child! I shuffle on my bottom between… — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
All that's left now is purely poetic work, putting more life into individual places, as I've made so sure of the fundamental mood and… — Oskar Kokoschka Copy Share Image
