I Paint Flowers So They Will Not

Nothing Is Absolute. Everything Changes, Everything Moves, Everything Revolves, Everything Flies And Goes Away.

I Paint My Own Reality.

... There Is A Skeleton (or Death) That Flees Terrified In The Face Of My Will To Live.

I Love You More Than My Own Skin And Even Though You Don’t Love Me The Same Way, You Love Me Anyways, Don’t You? And If You Don’t, I’ll Always Have The Hope That You Do, And I’m Satisfied With That. Love Me A Little. I Adore You.

I Paint Self-portraits Because I Am So Often Alone, Because I Am The Person I Know Best.