I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

Since my subjects have always been my sensations, my states of mind and the profound reactions that life has been producing in me, I have frequently objectified all this in figures of myself, which were the most sincere and real thing that I could do in order to express what I felt inside and outside of myself.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.