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Oil-painting Is A Developed Technique. Why Go Backwards?

From My Rotting Body, Flowers Shall Grow And I Am In Them And That Is Eternity.

My Father Was Temperamentally Nervous And Obsessively Religious—to The Point Of Psychoneurosis. From Him I Inherited The Seeds Of Madness. The Angels Of Fear, Sorrow, And Death Stood By My Side Since The Day I Was Born.

Art Comes From Joy And Pain...but Mostly From Pain.

A Work Of Art Can Only Come From The Interior Of Man. Art Is The Form Of The Image Formed Upon The Nerves, Heart, Brain And Eye Of Man.