About Frida Kahlo: Frida Kahlo de Rivera is best known for her self-portraits.
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
I love you more than my own skin.
I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.
I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
The most important thing for everyone in Gringolandia is to have ambition and become 'somebody,' and frankly, I don't have the least ambition to become anybody.
I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.
I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be...
I hope the leaving is joyful, and I hope never to return.
What I wanted to express very clearly and intensely was that the reason these people had to invent or imagine heroes and gods is pure fear. Fear of life and fear of death.
I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels flawed and bizarre in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must ...
Pies pa' que los quiero, si tengo alas pa' volar
I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poo...
Espero que la salida sea alegre y espero no volver nunca más.
The industrial part of Detroit is really the most interesting side, otherwise it’s like the rest of the United States, ugly and stupid.
