It Is Better To Have A Good

Without Fear And Illness, I Could Never Have Accomplished All I Have

I Painted The Picture, And In The Colors The Rhythm Of The Music Quivers. I Painted The Colors I Saw.

From My Rotting Body, Flowers Shall Grow And I Am In Them And That Is Eternity.

I Sense A Scream Passing Through Nature. I Painted ... The Clouds As Actual Blood. The Colour Shrieked.

For As Long As I Can Remember I Have Suffered From A Deep Feeling Of Anxiety Which I Have Tried To Express In My Art.