... There Is A Skeleton (or Death)

Nothing Is Absolute. Everything Changes, Everything Moves, Everything Revolves, Everything Flies And Goes Away.

There Is Nothing More Precious Than Laughter

People In General Are Scared To Death Of The War And All The Exhibitions Have Been A Failure, Because The Rich Bitches Don't Want To Buy Anything.

I Am That Clumsy Human, Always Loving, Loving, Loving. And Loving. And Never Leaving.

My Painting Carries With It The Message Of Pain.