Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy as long as I can paint.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

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.

I paint my own reality.

Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the white male power structure.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.