"My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? Why was there a curse on my cradle? Why did I come into the world without a choice?"

"My father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religious – to the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow, and death stood by my side sinc…"

"My art gives meaning to my life."

"I remained immobile trembling from anguish and I heard bounce through nature an immense infinite scream."

"I sense the presence of death everywhere."