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

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

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

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

The paintings are moods, impressions of the life of the soul, and together they represent one aspect of the battle, between man and woman, that is called love.