The Rôle Of The Artist Is That

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.

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

My Cubist Paintings Are My Most Mexican.

Every Good Composition Is Above All A Work Of Abstraction. All Good Painters Know This. But The Painter Cannot Dispense With Subjects Altogether Without His Work Suffering Impoverishment.

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.