Critics are only concerned with what affects them. And feeling empathy is a gift not many possess.

Art fuels the fire inside me.

I am an art work in constant progress; I am my own canvas, my own colors, my own brushes and my own inspiration.

I love widely and deeply, the Naive sense of Primitivism I manage to project in my Art. It always gives me a sense that it is not developed or derived from anything else, and it is unaffected by objective reasoning. Very similar to my nomadic life.

In the end, we all have our different levels of moral values.

The irony of life is like a brothel without prostitutes--but don't you worry, prostitutes don't need of a brothel, to exercise their profession.