To Trap One's Self-suffering Is

I Never Paint Dreams Or Nightmares. I Paint My Own Reality.

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence

I Tried To Drown My Sorrows, But The Bastards Learned How To Swim, And Now I Am Overwhelmed By This Decent And Good Feeling.

I Paint Flowers So They Will Not Die.

I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From Dying