I've Never Believed In God, But I

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.

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.

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

Art Is Like Ham-it Nourishes People.

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