I Paint My Own Reality.

Only One Mountain Can Know The Core Of Another Mountain.

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

I Wanted To Tell You That My Whole Being Opened For You. Since I Fell In Love With You Everything Is Transformed And Is Full Of Beauty... Love Is Like An Aroma, Like A Current, Like Rain.

I Never Knew I Was A Surrealist Till Andre Breton Came To Mexico And Told Me I Was.

The Only Thing I Know Is That I Paint Because I Need To, And I Paint Whatever Passes Through My Head Without Any Other Consideration.