My Will Exceeds My Talents.

A Person Himself Believes That All The Other Portraits Are Good Likenesses Except The One Of Himself.

From My Rotting Body, Flowers Shall Grow And I Am In Them And That Is Eternity.

I Don’t Believe In An Art That Is Not Born Out Of Man’s Need To Open His Heart.

My Art Is Rooted In A Single Reflection: Why Am I Not As Others Are? ... My Art Gives Meaning To My Life.

From The Moment Of My Birth, The Angels Of Anxiety, Worry, And Death Stood At My Side, Followed Me Out When I Played, Followed Me In The Sun Of Springtime And In The Glories Of Summer. They Stood At My Side In The Evening When I Closed My Eyes, And Intimidated Me With Death, Hell, And Eternal Damnation.