What Would I Do Without The Absurd

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.

I Paint Flowers So They Will Not Die.

I Wish I Could Do Whatever I Liked Behind The Curtain Of “madness”. Then: I’d Arrange Flowers, All Day Long, I’d Paint; Pain, Love And Tenderness, I Would Laugh As Much As I Feel Like At The Stupidity Of Others, And They Would All Say: “poor Thing, She’s Crazy!” (above All I Would Laugh At My Own Stupidity.) I Would Build My World Which While I Lived, Would Be In Agreement With All The Worlds. The Day, Or The Hour, Or The Minute That I Lived Would Be Mine And Everyone Else’s - My Madness Would Not Be An Escape From “reality”.

There Have Been Two Great Accidents In My Life. One Was The Trolley, And The Other Was Diego. Diego Was By Far The Worst.

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