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Frida Kahlo

  • Mexican artist
  • Born July 6, 1907
  • Died July 13, 1954

Frida Kahlo (Spanish pronunciation: [ˈfɾiða ˈkalo]; born Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderón; 6 July 1907 – 13 July 1954) was a Mexican artist who painted many portraits, self-portraits, and works inspired by the nature and artifacts of Mexico. Inspired by the country's popular culture, she employed a naïve folk art style to explore questions of identity, postcolonialism, gender, class, and race in Mexican society. Her paintings often had strong autobiographical elements and mixed realism with fantasy.


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.




I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

I never paint dreams or nightmares. 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.




Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?




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 love you more than my own skin.




My painting carries with it the message of pain.




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




Painting completed my life.




I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.




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 am happy to be alive, as long as I can paint.

I am happy to be alive, as long as I can paint.




They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.




Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.




Since my subjects have always been my sensations, my states of mind and the profound reactions that life has been producing in me, I have frequently objectified all this in figures of myself, which were the most sincere and real thing that I could do in order to express what I felt inside and outside of myself.




I don't know how to write love letters.




I paint flowers so they will not die.




My toys were those of a boy: skates, bicycles.




I put on the canvas whatever comes into my mind.




The most important part of the body is the brain. Of my face, I like the eyebrows and eyes. Aside from that, I like nothing. My head is too small.




I find that Americans completely lack sensibility and good taste. They are boring, and they all have faces like unbaked rolls.




I am my own muse, the subject I know best.




To paint is the most terrific thing that there is, but to do it well is very difficult.




Of the opposite sex, I have the moustache and, in general, the face.




I am in agreement with everything my father taught me and nothing my mother taught me.




I was a child who went about in a world of colors... My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.




I have suffered two grave accidents in my life, one in which a streetcar knocked me down... The other accident is Diego.



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