Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
I paint my own reality. 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 never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.
Painting completed my life.
I love you more than my own skin.
There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.
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.