I Do Not Believe In God, Yet

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.

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've Never Believed In God, But I Believe In Picasso.

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.

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.