Painting completed my life.

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

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

People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibitions have been a failure, because the rich bitches don't want to buy anything.

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

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 flowers to prevent them from dying