Painting Completed My Life.

I Tried To Drown My Sorrows, But The Bastards Learned How To Swim, And Now I Am Overwhelmed By This Decent And Good Feeling.

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

I Paint Flowers So They Will Not Die.

I Hope The Exit Is Joyful And I Hope Never To Return.

I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From Dying