I Want A Storm To

... There Is A Skeleton (or Death) That Flees Terrified In The Face Of My Will To Live.

Take A Lover Who Looks At You Like Maybe You Are A Bourbon Biscuit.

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

What Would I Do Without The Absurd And The Ephemeral?

The Only Thing I Know Is That I Paint Because I Need To.