Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.

Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.

My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings

At different moments you see with different eyes. You see differently in the morning than you do in the evening. In addition, how you see is also dependent on your emotional state. Because of this, a motif can be seen in many different ways, and this is what makes art interesting.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.