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 Am That Clumsy Human, Always Loving, Loving, Loving. And Loving. And Never Leaving.

I Hope The Exit Is Joyful And I Hope Never To Return.

I Love You More Than My Own Skin.

You Loved A Man With More Hands Than A Parade Of Beggars, And Here You Stand. Heart Like A Four-poster Bed. Heart Like A Canvas. Heart Leaking Something So Strong They Can Smell It In The Street.”