I Want A Storm To Come And

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

Since My Subjects Have Always Been My Sensations, My States Of Mind And The Profound Reactions That Life Has Been Producing In Me, I Have Frequently Objectified All This In Figures Of Myself, Which Were The Most Sincere And Real Thing That I Could Do In Order To Express What I Felt Inside And Outside Of Myself.

Painting Completed My Life.

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

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