What would I do without the absurd and the ephemeral?

I must fight with all my strength so that the little positive things that my health allows me to do might be pointed toward helping the revolution. The only real reason for living.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

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

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.