I don't know how to write love letters.

I love you more than my own skin.

Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.

I am my own muse, the subject I know best.