I am my own muse, the subject I know best.

I love you more than my own skin.

I love you more than my own skin.

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

I was a child who went about in a world of colors... My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.