Occupation: Painter Birth: July 6, 1907 Death: July 13, 1954
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving..
I want a storm to come and flood us into a song that no one wrote..
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?.
To trap one's self-suffering is to risk being devoured from the inside..