I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
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 leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.
There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
I love you more than my own skin.
Painting completed my life.