My Painting Carries With It The Message

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence

I Drank To Drown My Sorrows, But The Damned Things Learned How To Swim.

My Blood Is A Miracle That, From My Veins, Crosses The Air In My Heart Into Yours.

I Paint Self-portraits Because I Am So Often Alone, Because I Am The Person I Know 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.