Through Her Paintings, She Breaks

An Artist Is Above All A Human Being, Profoundly Human To The Core. If The Artist Can't Feel Everything That Humanity Feels, If The Artist Isn't Capable Of Loving Until He Forgets Himself And Sacrifices Himself If Necessary, If He Won't Put Down His Magic Brush And Head The Fight Against The Oppressor, Then He Isn't A Great Artist.

I Know Now That He Who Hopes To Be Universal In His Art Must Plant In His Own Soil. Great Art Is Like A Tree, Which Grows In A Particular Place And Has A Trunk, Leaves, Blossoms, Boughs, Fruit, And Roots Of Its Own. The More Native Art Is, The More It Belongs To The Entire World, Because Taste Is Rooted In Nature. When Art Is True, It Is One With Nature. This Is The Secret Of Primitive Art And Also Of The Art Of The Mastersmichelangelo, Czanne, Seurat, And Renoir. The Secret Of My Best Work Is That It Is Mexican.

If I Ever Loved A Woman, The More I Loved Her, The More I Wanted To Hurt Her. Frida Was Only The Most Obvious Victim Of This Disgusting Trait.

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

To Be An Artist, One Must . . . Never Shirk From The Truth As He Understands It, Never Withdraw From Life