What Would I Do Without

I Wish I Could Do Whatever I Liked Behind The Curtain Of “madness”. Then: I’d Arrange Flowers, All Day Long, I’d Paint; Pain, Love And Tenderness, I Would Laugh As Much As I Feel Like At The Stupidity Of Others, And They Would All Say: “poor Thing, She’s Crazy!” (above All I Would Laugh At My Own Stupidity.) I Would Build My World Which While I Lived, Would Be In Agreement With All The Worlds. The Day, Or The Hour, Or The Minute That I Lived Would Be Mine And Everyone Else’s - My Madness Would Not Be An Escape From “reality”.

The Most Important Thing For Everyone In Gringolandia Is To Have Ambition And Become 'somebody,' And Frankly, I Don't Have The Least Ambition To Become Anybody.

I Am My Own Muse. I Am The Subject I Know Best. The Subject I Want To Better.

I Had Something In My Throat. It Felt Like I Had Swallowed The Whole World.

I Have Never Expected Anything From My Work But The Satisfaction I Could Get From It By The Very Fact Of Painting And Saying What I Couldn't Say Otherwise.