At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
To feel the anguish of waiting for the next moment and of taking part in the complex current (of affairs) not knowing that we are headed toward ourselves, through millions of stone beings - of bird beings - of star beings - of microbe beings - of fountain beings toward ourselves.
Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.
Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.
I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.