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 Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From Dying

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

At The End Of The Day, We Can Endure Much More Than We Think We Can.