Everyone's opinions about things change over time. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And to hold onto some dogged idea forever is a little rigid and maybe naive.

I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.

No moon, sun, diamond, hands — fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

I paint my own reality.

I paint flowers so they will not die.