I Think That Little By Little I'll

Painting Completed My Life.

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.”

Mankind Owns Its Destiny, And Its Destiny Is The Earth. We Are Destroying It Until We Have No Destiny.

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

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.