I Hope The Exit Is Joyful And

The Only Thing I Know Is That I Paint Because I Need To, And I Paint Whatever Passes Through My Head Without Any Other Consideration.

There Is Nothing More Precious Than Laughter

They Thought I Was A Surrealist, But I Wasn't. I Never Painted Dreams. I Painted My Own 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.

You Loved A Man With More Hands Than A Parade Of Beggars, And Here You Stand. Heart Like A Four-poster Bed. Heart Like A Canvas. Heart Leaking Something So Strong They Can Smell It In The Street.”