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

It was worthwhile to come here only to see why Europe is rottening, why all this people - good for nothing - are the cause of all the Hitlers and Mussolinis.

I paint my own reality.

... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.

Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.