I Am That Clumsy Human, Always Loving,

I Never Paint Dreams Or Nightmares. I Paint My Own Reality.

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

My Paintings Are Well-painted, Not Nimbly But Patiently. My Painting Contains In It The Message Of Pain. I Think That At Least A Few People Are Interested In It. It's Not Revolutionary. Why Keep Wishing For It To Be Belligerent? I Can't. Painting Completed My Life. I Lost Three Children And A Series Of Other Things That Would Have Fulfilled My Horrible Life. My Painting Took The Place Of All Of This. I Think Work Is The Best.

There Have Been Two Great Accidents In My Life. One Was The Trolley, And The Other Was Diego. Diego Was By Far The Worst.

The Only Thing I Know Is That I Paint Because I Need To.