I paint my own reality.
I don’t like the gringos at all. They are very boring and all have faces like unbaked rolls.
Painting completed my life.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.
Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion in a wardrobe, where you were 'sure' of finding shirts.