Only One Mountain Can Know The Core

My Paintings Are Well-painted, Not Nimbly But Patiently. My Painting Contains In It The Message Of Pain. I Think That At Least A Few People Are Interested In It. It's Not Revolutionary. Why Keep Wishing For It To Be Belligerent? I Can't. Painting Completed My Life. I Lost Three Children And A Series Of Other Things That Would Have Fulfilled My Horrible Life. My Painting Took The Place Of All Of This. I Think Work Is The Best.

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

Only One Mountain Can Know The Core Of Another Mountain.

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.

I Had Something In My Throat. It Felt Like I Had Swallowed The Whole World.