I Never Paint Dreams Or Nightmares. I

I Want A Storm To Come And Flood Us Into A Song That No One Wrote.

They Thought I Was A Surrealist, But I Wasn't. I Never Painted Dreams. I Painted My Own Reality.

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 Never Knew I Was A Surrealist Till Andre Breton Came To Mexico And Told Me I Was.

I Am Not Sick. I Am Broken. But I Am Happy As Long As I Can Paint.