I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

pain, pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence

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

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.

Everyone's opinions about things change over time. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And to hold onto some dogged idea forever is a little rigid and maybe naive.

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

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.