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frida kahlo
Frida Kahlo, one of the most dynamic figures of 20th-century art, has very nearly become a saint, so legendary is her tumultuous and tragic life. While there is no dearth of books about Kahlo and her work, none are as poignantly revealing as this diary, which includes
her own words and pictures. We find the genesis of some of her most famous paintings, her love letters, and sketches of people she knew such as her husband, the Mexican mural painter Diego Rivera, and numerous studies for self-portraits.
Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.
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frida’s I don’t paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
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 must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.
There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.
10-11 Kahlo sketches various types, races, genders, and their close proximity gives the sense of the masses. Each face is contained by a ring of black ink, isolating one from the other. Kahlo’s comment, “How ugly ‘people’ are!” along with the suggestion that the black rings have the look of magnifying glasses, recalls the saying, “Familiarity breeds contempt.”
6-7 At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
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 paint flowers so they will not die.
WORDS You deserve the best, the very best, because you are one of the few people in this lousy world who are honest to themselves, and that is the only thing that really counts.
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12-13 I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and I’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
WISDOM
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
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DECONSTRUCTED GRID EXPOSING THE FIERCE, LOVING, AND HONEST S P I R I T O F F R I DA KAHLO.
DESIGNER: SASHA NETCHAEV