I love you more than my own skin.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
I have never expected anything from my work but the satisfaction I could get from it by the very fact of painting and saying what I couldn't say otherwise.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
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.