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.

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted 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.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny.

I had something in my throat. It felt like I had swallowed the whole world.

There is nothing more precious than laughter