Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
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 never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
Painting completed my life.
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.
I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.
I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
I was born a bitch.
I was born a painter.
