Frida Kahlo

My paintings carries within it the message of pain… Painting completed my life. I lost three children… Painting substituted for all of this. I believe that work is the best thing.

I penetrate the sex of the whole earth, her heat chars me and my entire body is rubbed by the freshness of the tender leaves.

I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth.

I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.

I love you more than my own skin.

The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else's - my madness would not be an escape from 'reality'.

You are a shit.

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 'artistic' bitches of Paris.

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of 'madness'.

I was born with an open wound, and colors pouring from it. Don't call me brave or a martyr; I'm just a woman who learned to love even in the midst of pain. I am a brush, I am a scream, I am broken flesh and a burning spirit. I paint myself because I am the only thing I know with fury, with tenderness. And if anyone doesn't like it, don't look at me, because I didn't come to fit in, I came to be.

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 also must be out there thinking of me. Well, I hope that if you are out there and reading this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.

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.

Doctor, if you let me drink this tequila, I promise not to drink at my funeral.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

I want a storm to come and flood us into a song that no one has ever heard.