I Paint My Own Reality.

Surrealism Is The Magical Surprise Of Finding A Lion In A Wardrobe, Where You Were 'sure' Of Finding Shirts.

Nothing Is Absolute. Everything Changes, Everything Moves, Everything Revolves, Everything Flies And Goes Away.

To Feel The Anguish Of Waiting For The Next Moment And Of Taking Part In The Complex Current (of Affairs) Not Knowing That We Are Headed Toward Ourselves, Through Millions Of Stone Beings - Of Bird Beings - Of Star Beings - Of Microbe Beings - Of Fountain Beings Toward Ourselves.

I Paint Self-portraits Because I Am So Often Alone, Because I Am The Person I Know Best.

I Paint Flowers So They Will Not Die.