Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.

I love you more than my own skin.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to.

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

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

There is nothing more precious than laughter

You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”