I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From

To Trap One's Self-suffering Is To Risk Being Devoured From The Inside.

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

The Only Thing I Know Is That I Paint Because I Need To, And I Paint Whatever Passes Through My Head Without Any Other Consideration.

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

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence