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

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

Your face encompasses the beauty of the whole earth. Your lips, as red as ripening fruit, gently part as if in pain. It is the smile of a corpse. Now the hand of death touches life. The chain is forged that links the thousand families that are dead to the thousand generations to come.

Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye.. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

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