There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone because I am the person I know best.
I love you more than my own skin.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
I tried to drown my sorrows but the bastards learned how to swim and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.