I Worry About Another Leg Down In

I Don't Need Drugs. I Am Drugs.

I Am The First To Be Surprised And Often Terrified By The Images That I See Appear On My Canvas.

It Is Mostly With Your Blood, Gala That I Paint My Pictures

Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!

Begin By Learning To Draw And Paint Like The Old Masters. After That, You Can Do As You Like; Everyone Will Respect You.