I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From

Everyone's Opinions About Things Change Over Time. Nothing Is Constant. Everything Changes. And To Hold Onto Some Dogged Idea Forever Is A Little Rigid And Maybe Naive.

No Moon, Sun, Diamond, Hands — Fingertip, Dot, Ray, Gauze, Sea. Pine Green, Pink Glass, Eye, Mine, Eraser, Mud, Mother, I Am Coming.

I Don’t Like The Gringos At All. They Are Very Boring And All Have Faces Like Unbaked Rolls.

... There Is A Skeleton (or Death) That Flees Terrified In The Face Of My Will To Live.

I Never Knew I Was A Surrealist Till Andre Breton Came To Mexico And Told Me I Was.