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.

I paint flowers to prevent them from dying

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

Painting completed my life.

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

To trap one's self-suffering is to risk being devoured from the inside.

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.”