19 quotes found
“I love you more than my own skin.”
“I am my own muse, the subject I know best.”
“Feet, what do I need them forIf I have wings to fly.”
“I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”
“I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.”
“I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.”
“You too know that all my eyes see, all I touch with myself, from any distance, is Diego. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the ce...”
“I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of madness. Then: Id arrange flowers, all day long, Id paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity ...”
“Painting completed my life. I lost three children and a series of other things that would have fulfilled my horrible life. My painting took the place of all this. I think work is the best. (Frida K...”
“I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.”
“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.”
“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 was a child who went about in a world of colors... My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.”
“I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.”
“I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.”
“The industrial part of Detroit is really the most interesting side, otherwise its like the rest of the United States, ugly and stupid.”
“I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.”
“They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.”
“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 stupid...”
