Looking Back Upon My Work

As An Artist I Have Always Tried To Be Faithful To My Vision Of Life, And I Have Frequently Been In Conflict With Those Who Wanted Me To Paint Not What I Saw But What They Wished Me To See.

I Did Not Know It Then, But Frida Had Already Become The Most Important Fact In My Life. And Would Continue To Be, Up To The Moment She Died, 27 Years Later.

July 13, 1954 Was The Most Tragic Day Of My Life. I Had Lost My Beloved Frida Forever. To Late Now I Realized That The Most Wonderful Part Of My Life Had Been My Love For Frida.

Never Before Had A Woman Put Such Agonizing Poetry On Canvas As Frida Did

I Do Not Believe In God, Yet I Believe In Picasso.