My paintings are well-painted, not nimbly but patiently. My painting contains in it the message of pain. I think that at least a few people are interested in it. It's not revolutionary. Why keep wishing for it to be belligerent? I can't. Painting completed my life. I lost three children and a series of other things that would have fulfilled my horrible life. My painting took the place of all of this. I think work is the best.

Painting completed my life.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.

I paint flowers to prevent them from dying

I paint flowers so they will not die.

... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.