Beauty Itself Is But The Sensible Image

Riches Are A Good Hand Maiden, But A Poor Mistress.

Nothing Is Pleasant That Is Not Spiced With Variety.

The Folly Of One Man Is The Fortune Of Another.

There Is No Great Concurrence Between Learning And Wisdom.

My Painting Is Not Violent, It's Life That Is Violent. Even Within The Most Beautiful Landscape, In The Trees, Under The Leaves, The Insects Are Eating Each Other; Violence Is A Part Of Life. We Are Born With A Scream; We Come Into Life With A Scream And Maybe Love Is A Mosquito Net Between The Fear Of Living And The Fear Of Death.