Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.

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

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

Painting completed my life.

I had something in my throat. It felt like I had swallowed the whole world.