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 love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion in a wardrobe, where you were 'sure' of finding shirts.

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

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.”

Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the white male power structure.

Painting completed my life.