I’m done. I’m fried. I can’t deal with the raging insanity. I understand why this happened now thanks to Chris Hedges, American economist. I get it. Reality tells me to keep going making art that nobody cares about or wants or can’t connect with. I can only keep going. I know no other way. Some choose alcohol, or drugs. I sketch and get lost in my creations. So be it.
I see paper dolls, scraps of rags that turn into Cinderella silks. It is who I am. I cannot change what motivates me. I can only change and modify my visual message. This is how I will heal.
Painting Mexico 
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