And I Would Often Wake Up At

The Rich Man Who Gives, Steals Twice Over. First He Steals The Money And Then The Hearts Of Men.

In My Childhood I Always Felt That I Was Treated Unjustly, Without A Mother, Sick, And With The Threat Of Punishment In Hell Hanging Over My Head

From My Rotting Body, Flowers Shall Grow And I Am In Them And That Is Eternity.

Just As Leonardo Da Vinci Studied Human Anatomy And Dissected Corpses, So I Try To Dissect Souls.

What Is Art? Art Grows From Joy And Sorrow, But Mostly From Sorrow. It Grows From Human Lives.