The Saint Christ of Burgo de Osma helped us to find money to buy paint for the church fence.

My little sister and I dedicate this retablo to the Virgin of Sorrows. Although we remained orphans and spent bad days in a shelter in Toluca, we have been adopted by a very rich family from the capital. Here we are eating oranges and cookies with our parents and brother.

The miracle of the electric utility pole.

I thank the Virgin of Mercy for inviting famous modern art collectors to my studio. They took all my sculpture to a gallery in Hermosillo, although they still haven’t paid me a dime.

Leon, May 1963

I thank Jesus for helping me with my yoga maneuvers.

I had a bad accident but nothing serious happened with me.

I thank the Lord for allowing me to make a living working for a famous carnival in North Dakota.

I thank the Virgin of the Assumption because thanks to her I received by correspondence the title of gymnastics instructor. It will allow me to enjoy the best beaches of Acapulco in the company of young men of my age without being molested by the vice squad agents.

I thank the Virgin Mary for blessing me with the gift of being a dislocationist.

Without the help of Saint Martha I wouldn’t had been able to get a job at the wax museum.

I am not dedicating no retablo to no saint or Christ or Virgin because they let my down and dirty like a crawfish rumbling back in his goddamn hole!

I thank the Virgin Mary for protecting me while I as taking bath in the park. That dirty old man kept staring at me and ran over the sergeant Gurriato, which saved me from being hit instead.

Puebla, 1968

January 4, 1979, I got sick with ulcers. The Virgin of Lourdes cured me.