I paint my own reality.

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.

It was worthwhile to come here only to see why Europe is rottening, why all this people - good for nothing - are the cause of all the Hitlers and Mussolinis.

People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibitions have been a failure, because the rich bitches don't want to buy anything.

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.

Since my subjects have always been my sensations, my states of mind and the profound reactions that life has been producing in me, I have frequently objectified all this in figures of myself, which were the most sincere and real thing that I could do in order to express what I felt inside and outside of myself.