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.

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

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

Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

I love you more than my own skin.

I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty... love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.