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

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.

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.

pain, pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.

What would I do without the absurd and the ephemeral?