Take A Lover Who Looks At You

Mankind Owns Its Destiny, And Its Destiny Is The Earth. We Are Destroying It Until We Have No Destiny.

Really, I Do Not Know Whether My Paintings Are Surrealist Or Not, But I Do Know That They Are The Frankest Expression Of Myself.

... There Is A Skeleton (or Death) That Flees Terrified In The Face Of My Will To Live.

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

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