I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
I am my own muse, the subject I know best.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
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 love you more than my own skin.