I Do Not Believe In God, Yet

My Cubist Paintings Are My Most Mexican.

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.

Art Is Like Ham-it Nourishes People.

Looking Back Upon My Work Today, I Think The Best I Have Done Grew Out Of Things Deeply Felt, The Worst From A Pride In Mere Talent.

Through Her Paintings, She Breaks All The Taboos Of The Woman's Body And Of Female Sexuality.