People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibition have been a failure, because the rich - don't want to buy anything.

I love you more than my own skin.

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 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.

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.