I Tried To Drown My Sorrows, But

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

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence

Painting Completed My Life.

I Drank To Drown My Sorrows, But The Damned Things Learned How To Swim.

Really, I Do Not Know Whether My Paintings Are Surrealist Or Not, But I Do Know That They Are The Frankest Expression Of Myself.