One Day It Will Have

Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!

Painting Is An Infinitely Minute Part Of My Personality.

I Don't Do Drugs. I Am Drugs.

Surrealism Is Destructive, But It Destroys Only What It Considers To Be Shackles Limiting Our Vision.

New Skin, A New Land! And A Land Of Liberty, If That Is Possible! I Chose The Geology Of A Land That Was New To Me.