I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
I had something in my throat. It felt like I had swallowed the whole world.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.