Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.
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 self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
I find that Americans completely lack sensibility and good taste. They are boring, and they all have faces like unbaked rolls.
I am my own muse, the subject I know best.
I am happy to be alive, as long as I can paint.
I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.
The most important part of the body is the brain. Of my face, I like the eyebrows and eyes. Aside from that, I like nothing. My head is too small.
Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.
I paint my own reality. 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.
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.
I love you more than my own skin.
They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
I don't know how to write love letters.
I was a child who went about in a world of colors... My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.
I am in agreement with everything my father taught me and nothing my mother taught me.
Painting completed my life.
