Painting completed my life.
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 tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
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.
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.