I Paint My Own Reality.

At The End Of The Day, We Can Endure Much More Than We Think We Can.

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.

I Never Paint Dreams Or Nightmares. I Paint My Own Reality.

To Feel The Anguish Of Waiting For The Next Moment And Of Taking Part In The Complex Current (of Affairs) Not Knowing That We Are Headed Toward Ourselves, Through Millions Of Stone Beings - Of Bird Beings - Of Star Beings - Of Microbe Beings - Of Fountain Beings Toward Ourselves.

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