I Would Kiss You, Had

The Attacks Of Which I Have Been The Object Have Broken The Spring Of Life In Me... People Don't Realize What It Feels Like To Be Constantly Insulted.

I Paint What I See And Not What Others Like To See.

Insults Are Pouring Down On Me As Thick As Hail.

Every Time I Paint, I Throw Myself Into The Water In Order To Learn How To Swim.

You Would Hardly Believe How Difficult It Is To Place A Figure Alone On A Canvas, And To Concentrate All The Interest On This Single And Universal Figure And Still Keep It Living And Real.