No moon, sun, diamond, hands — fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.

Painting completed my life.

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

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

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

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