I Am My Own Muse. I Am

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.

Painting Completed My Life.

Can One Invent Verbs? I Want To Tell You One: I Sky You, So My Wings Extend So Large To Love You Without Measure.

I Have Suffered Two Grave Accidents In My Life, One In Which A Streetcar Knocked Me Down... The Other Accident Is Diego.