Passion Is The Bridge That Takes You

Feet, What Do I Need You For When I Have Wings To Fly?

I Must Fight With All My Strength So That The Little Positive Things That My Health Allows Me To Do Might Be Pointed Toward Helping The Revolution. The Only Real Reason For Living.

Since My Subjects Have Always Been My Sensations, My States Of Mind And The Profound Reactions That Life Has Been Producing In Me, I Have Frequently Objectified All This In Figures Of Myself, Which Were The Most Sincere And Real Thing That I Could Do In Order To Express What I Felt Inside And Outside Of Myself.

I Am Not Sick. I Am Broken. But I Am Happy As Long As I Can Paint.

My Painting Carries With It The Message Of Pain.