I Had Something In My Throat. It

There Have Been Two Great Accidents In My Life. One Was The Trolley, And The Other Was Diego. Diego Was By Far The Worst.

Can One Invent Verbs? I Want To Tell You One: I Sky You, So My Wings Extend So Large To Love You Without Measure.

I Never Paint Dreams Or Nightmares. I Paint My Own Reality.

The Only Thing I Know Is That I Paint Because I Need To.

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