For Art To Be Art It Has

I Am An Artist, You Understand? For Me, A Picture Is Like Poetry. When You Make Art, This Is Not Coming From An Intellectual Place. It's Coming From The Deep Side Of Your Unconscious, Your Soul.

You Can't Have A Masterpiece Without Madness.

In Chile They Have No Movies. They Have Awful Popular Movies. I Am Not A Latin American Creator.

People Say I Am Mad. I Am Not Mad. I Am Trying To Heal My Soul.

And I Imagine... With Great Pleasure... All The Horrible Stirrings Of The Nonmanifested To Bring Forth The Scream Which Creates The Universe. Maybe One Day I'll See You Trembling, And You'll Go Into Convulsion And Grow Larger And Smaller Until Your Mouth Opens And The World Will Come From Your Mouth, Escaping Through The Window Like A River, And It Will Flood The City. And Then We'll Begin To Live.