I Paint My Own Reality.

What Would I Do Without The Absurd And The Ephemeral?

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

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.”

I Wanted To Tell You That My Whole Being Opened For You. Since I Fell In Love With You Everything Is Transformed And Is Full Of Beauty... Love Is Like An Aroma, Like A Current, Like Rain.

They Thought I Was A Surrealist, But I Wasn't. I Never Painted Dreams. I Painted My Own Reality.