Frida Kahlo — "How can I be alone... I have myself."
How can I be alone... I have myself.
How can I be alone... I have myself.
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"Diego: Nothing compares to your hands. Nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days, you are the mirror of the night, the violent flash of lighting. The dampn…"
"They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality."
"They are so damn 'intellectual' and rotten that I can't stand them anymore.... I [would] rather sit on the floor in the market of Toluca and sell tortillas, than have anything to do with those 'artist…"
"My parents were both wonderful people, but they were not happy together. My mother was very religious, and my father was an atheist. It was a very strange combination."
"I want to be able to paint as much as I want, and also to be able to be with Diego."
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