My painting carries with it the message of pain
All I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint everything that goes through my head without any other consideration.
There have been two big accidents in my life. One was the cart and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst
Feet, what do I need them for when I have wings to fly?
I leave you my portrait so that you have my presence every day and night that I am far from you
I love you more than my own skin
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality
I paint self-portraits because I am often alone, because I am the person I know best
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the damned learned to swim, and now I’m overwhelmed by this good and decent feeling
I hope the departure is happy and I hope never to return
Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is the strength to laugh and abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing
I used to think that I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought that there are so many people in the world, that there must be someone who feels like me, quirky and flawed. I imagined her and I imagined that she must also be thinking of me. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this you know that yes, that it is true that I am here, and I am as strange as you
I paint flowers so they don’t die
It was a lonely flower, a joyful butterfly you landed there; then the pollen of another more fragrant flower called, and the butterfly flew
Who would say that spots live and help to live? Ink, blood, smell… What would I do without the absurd and the fleeting?
Why do I call him my Diego? He was never and never will be mine. It belongs to himself …
Do not let the tree of which you are the sun make thirsty
Pick a person who looks at you like you might be magic
Walling off your own suffering is risking being devoured from the inside
I paint myself because I am the one I know best
Sometimes I prefer to talk to workers and bricklayers than to those stupid people who call themselves cultured people.
So many things to tell you and so few come out of my mouth. You should learn to read my eyes when I look at you
If I could give you one thing in life, I would like to give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes. Only then will you realize how special you are to me
I take care of you what you take care of me, I talk to you how you treat me and I believe what you show me
The most powerful art in life is to make pain a talisman that heals, a butterfly that is reborn, blooming in a festival of colors.
At the end of the day, we can take a lot longer than we think we can
Each tick-tock is a second of life that passes, runs away, and does not repeat itself
If you act like you know what you’re doing, you can do whatever you want
I wanted it until my dignity said: it’s not so bad
Everything can have beauty, even the most horrible
Who gave you the absolute truth? There is nothing absolute, everything changes, everything moves, everything revolutionizes, everything flies and goes
Fall in love with yourself, with life and then with whoever you want
I am my own muse. I am the person I know best. I am the person I want to improve
Beauty and ugliness are a mirage because others end up seeing our interior
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality
Tree of hope, stand firm
Where you can’t love, don’t delay
I don’t really know if my paintings are surreal or not, but I do know that they represent the most frank expression of myself.
There are some who are born with stars and others with stars, and although you do not want to believe it, I am one of the most starry
There is nothing more beautiful than laughter
I look forward to the departure and I hope never to return
Never in all my life will I forget your presence. You welcomed me shattered and gave me back whole, whole.
Can you make up verbs? I want to tell you one: I love you, so my wings spread enormously to love you without measure
You deserve the best of the best, because you are one of those few people who, in this miserable world, are still honest with themselves, and that’s the only thing that really counts.
What doesn’t kill me feeds me
The most important part of the body is the brain. I like my eyebrows and my eyes about my face. Other than that I don’t like anything else. My head is too small. My breasts and my genitals are ordinary. Of the opposite sex, I have a mustache and a face in general
Pain, pleasure and death are nothing more than the process of existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is an open door to intelligence
Give me hope, hope, will to live and do not forget me
No place is sadder than an empty bed
Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion inside a closet, where you are sure to find shirts
As always, when I move away from you, I carry your world and your life in my gut, and that is what I cannot recover from.
If you want me in your life you will put me in it. I should not be fighting for a position
Many times in pain are the deepest pleasures, the most complex truths, the most certain happiness
I am free to give myself the mother
I, who fell in love with your wings, I will never want to cut them
I don’t want a love that is half, torn and split in half. I have fought and suffered so much that I deserve something whole, intense, indestructible
So absurd and fleeting is our passage through this world, that it only leaves me calm knowing that I have been authentic, that I have managed to be the closest thing to myself
Man owns his destiny and his destiny is the earth, and he himself is destroying it until he has no destiny
I believe that little by little, I will be able to solve my problems and survive
What is my way? Wait? Forget you? Do what you do, go into the arms of one and the other, today sleep with someone and tomorrow with a different one?
You see that I neither have the language of Cervantes, nor the aptitude nor the poetic or descriptive genius, but you are an ax to understand my relaxed language
Wanting to discover and love what has been discovered. Hidden. With the pain of always losing it
I live each day hoping to see you return … and each night knowing that you are not here
Sadness is portrayed in all my painting, but that is my condition, I no longer have composure
I don’t want to talk to you because they say that the fish dies through the mouth and whenever I talk to you, I end up dying a little more
The world belongs to those who are born to conquer it and not to those who dream that they can conquer it
Although I have said “I love you” to many and have dated and kissed others, deep down I have only loved you
Doctor if you let me drink this tequila I promise not to drink at my funeral
I spend my life cloistered in this fucking mansion of oblivion, supposedly to recover my health and to paint in my spare time
I would like to give you everything that you would never have had, and even then you would not know how wonderful it is to be able to love you
And there is in it (life) so much intensity, so much interest, that the problem is just knowing how to live it
Of the most evil year, the most beautiful day is born
You know well that sexual attractiveness in women ends up flying, and then they have nothing left but what they have in their head to be able to defend themselves in this filthy life of hell
In this messy life you suffer a lot, brother, and although you learn, a solid rete resents it in the long run, and no matter how much I do to make myself strong, there are times when I would like to throw the harp
I feel like I always loved you, since you were born, and before, when you were conceived. And sometimes I feel like you were born to me.
I want to build. But I am but an insignificant but important part of a whole of which I am not yet aware.
I don’t need to buy dresses or other similar things, because as a “Tehuana” I don’t even wear panties or wear socks.