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FRIDA<\/strong>
I was born in Coyoacan, outside Mexico City in a blue house.
I was the third of four sisters.
Christina, Cristi , the \u2018chubby one\u2019 was the youngest, and my best friend.<\/p>

FRIDA<\/strong>
Mi mama, Matilda Calderon was a beautiful bell from OAXACA with enormous dark eyes and full lips.
She did not know how to read or write. And she was not in love with my father.
She was hysterical with dissatisfaction and expressed it through religion \u2013 She
made us go to church every day and pray before every meal.<\/p>

FRIDA<\/strong>
Mi Papa \u2018Herr Kahlo\u2019 was a photographer and very interesting.
Many evenings he would arrive home from Mexico City and play Strauss on his piano. He would read Goethe or Schiller and whisper to me, \u2018Frieda liebe Frieda \u2013
you are the most intelligent of my daughters \u2013 and so…most like me\u2019
I am in agreement with everything my father taught me and nothing my mother taught me.<\/p>

FRIDA<\/strong>
For ten long years, the Mexican revolution raged against centuries of oppression.
Wounded and hungry fighters jumped through the windows into our living room.
The bullets screeched past. I can still hear their extraordinary sound.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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FRIDA<\/strong>
It was a strange collision.
It was not violent but rather silent, slow and it harmed everybody.
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FRIDA<\/strong>
Now I live on a painful planet, transparent as ice. I became old in an instant and
everything today is bland and lucid.
I know that nothing lies behind \u2013 if there was something \u2013 I would see it.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
My father had a box of oil colours and some paint brushes .
My mother asked a Carpenter to make a special easel, because I couldn\u2019t sit up.<\/p>
Without paying much attention, I began to paint.

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SELF-PORTRAIT IN A VELVET DRESS<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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FRIDA<\/strong>
This is my first self-portrait and I painted myself with a very marked unibrow. In
reality I didn\u2019t have such a strong feature, but I wanted to add a detail which would
make me stand out from any other girls Alejandro would meet.<\/p>
I was 19 and alone most of the time. I wanted to impress and seduce Alejandro.<\/p>
On the back I wrote in German: HEUTE IST IMMER NOCH.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
I think I am getting better. I want to believe it.
After two years on this painful planet, I begin to walk again!<\/p>
I tease and laugh at death he will never get the better of me.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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FRIDA<\/strong>
I was going to be free! \u2013 And so was my country!<\/p>
Mexico had emerged from the revolution and was the centre of MODERNITY.<\/p>
At the heart of the movement was the World-famous painter, Diego Rivera.
A great libertarian. A great communist. A great man.<\/p>
I marched in protest demonstrations and joined the communist party.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
There was a great outburst of creativity in painting, in films, in literature, in thought
philosophy…
In every single aspect of life.<\/p>
And I was dancing in the centre of this vortex.
We were going to express ourselves freely \u2013
We\u2019re going to speak freely \u2013 We were going to love, freely.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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FRIDA<\/strong>
I met Diego in a time when people carried pistols and went around shooting thestreetlamps.
During the night, they broke them all and went about spraying bullets, just for fun.<\/p>
Diego shot a gramophone. And… in spite of my fear. I became very interested in him.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
I arranged everything in the court of Coyoacan. I asked the maid for skirts, a blouse and a rebozo so I could be married in a traditional Mexican dress.<\/p>
\u2013 Which Diego loved.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
My mother did NOT like the marriage, because Diego was a communist and because she said he was like a fat, fat pig.<\/p>
Mama said: it is the marriage between an elephant and a dove.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
His enormous belly, drawn tight and smooth as a sphere, rest upon his strong legs, beautiful columns, that end in large feet, pointing outward, as if to embrace all the world and to support himself invincibly on the earth.<\/p>
I believe he is an example of future humanity, distant from us by two or three thousand years.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
We had been married less than a year when he had his first affair.
Fidelity was out of the question for him.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. \u2013 And loving. \u2013 And never leaving.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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FRIDA<\/strong>
\u2039Gringolandia\u203a.
We were on our way to San Francisco, the \u2018City of the World\u2019.
A union of Lions.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
The City and Bay are wonderful.
I don\u2019t like the gringos at all. They\u2019re very boring and they have faces like unbaked bread.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
I spent most of my time making portraits of friends but I have only managed to sell a few of my paintings.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
Leo my Doctorcito, here in Detroit I do not eat at all.
Well, I no longer have any appetit with this troublesome pregnancy.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
On a hot July night I had my second misscariage.<\/p>
I stayed for almost two devastating weeks in that Hospital.
Then I started to sketch my ideas for this painting….<\/p>
I am naked crying in a pool of blood.
Painting has now become my therapy, my way to hide and show my secrets at the same time.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
This picture is called: my birth.<\/p>
Th mother\u2019s head is covered with the white veil because, coincidentally, with the painting of the picture. My mother died in Mexico.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
I am dreaming about my return to Mexico.
We had been in America for three years, but my heart was always in Mexico.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
We both had many affairs, even shared our lovers…
but this time Diego \u2013 Murdered my life.
He had an affair with my sister, Cristi. She is the sister I love the most.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
You can\u2019t imagine how much I hate and I disgust myself.
I have wasted my best years dedicated to doing only what would benefit Diego.<\/p>
I have never done anything for myself!<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
I have left the house in San Angel.
And for the first time I am living alone.
In my own apartment \u2013
I drink a lot. I try to drown my sorrows.
My current view of life? Make love \u2013 take a bath and make love again!<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
They thought I was a surrealist, but I wasn\u2019t.<\/p>
I never painted dreams. I paint my own reality.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Diego filed for divorce.
I could only paint to express my pain.
When the divorce papers arrived to be signed, I finished \u201cThe Two Fridas\u201d
On the right, the Frida loved by Diego, this is me, the Mexican Frida in a Tehuana
dress.<\/p>
In my hand I hold a miniature of Diego at four years of age.
On the left, it is me again, the European Frida in a lacy white wedding dress.
The European Frida\u2019s heart is broken while the Mexican Frida\u2019s heart is whole.<\/p>
She is bleeding, I try to stop the flow of blood, but it keeps dripping.
At the end, the blood drops turn into red flowers on my skirt.<\/p>
This is also the way I lived my life; I turned pain into beauty, and by doing so,
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FRIDA<\/strong>
The remarriage functions well.
But I do not say Diego is my husband because it would be ridiculous.
Diego has never been. And never will be anyone\u2019s husband.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
If I were better health wise, one could say that I am happy.<\/p>
But this thing of feeling such a wreck from head to toe sometimes upsets my brain and makes me have bitter moments.<\/p>
FRIDA
<\/strong>All the doctors in Mexico thought I had to have an operation on my spine.
Three months I was lying in bed with a plaster corset and an awful apparatus on my chin, which made me suffer like hell.
I was sure I was going to die.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
They amputated my leg 6 months ago It seemed to me like centuries of torture and at times I nearly went crazy. I still feel like committing suicide. Diego prevents me
from doing it in the vain belief that maybe he will need me.<\/p>
I\u2019ll wait a while.<\/p>
FRIDA<\/strong>
Everything is all and one.
And everything exists and moves under only one law:
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The hope to recover has faded away, and I painted myself as a young deer wounded by arrows.
Pierced by arrows and bleeding, I \u2013 the deer \u2013 stare at you in the middle of a dead forest.<\/p>
I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that I will not recover.<\/p>
That this is \u201cmy destiny.\u201d<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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EXHIBITION 1953 & DEATH<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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FRIDA<\/strong>
With friendship and love Born from my heart
I have the pleasure of inviting you
to my humble exhibition.<\/p>
All I want is for you to tell me
your good and sincere opinion.
You are a learned person.
Your knowledge is first class.<\/p>
These paintings I painted with my own hands and they wait on the walls
to give pleasure to my brothers.<\/p>
With true friendship.
I thank you for this with all my heart.
Frida Kahlo de Rivera.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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FRIDA<\/strong>
I used to think I was the strangest person in the World but then, there are so many people in the World there must be someone just like me, who feels so bizarre and
flawed in the same ways I do.<\/p>
I would imagine her and imagine she must be out there thinking of me too.
Well, I hope that if you are out there and hear this, know that it is true.
I am here, and I\u2019m just as strange as you.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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INFINITY ROOM<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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VERDE<\/strong> \u2013 Good \u2013 Warm \u2013 Light.
PURPURA<\/strong> \u2013 Aztec \u2013 Blood of prickly pear \u2013 The brightest and oldest.
MARR\u00d3N<\/strong> \u2013 Colour of mole \u2013 Of leaves becoming earth.
AMARILLO<\/strong> \u2013 Madness \u2013 Sickness \u2013 Fear \u2013 Part of the sun \u2013 And of happiness.<\/p>
AZUL<\/strong> \u2013 Electricity \u2013 And Purity \u2013 Love.
NEGRO<\/strong> \u2013 Nothing is black. Really. Nothing.
VERDE OSCURO<\/strong> \u2013 Leaves \u2013 Sadness \u2013 Science. The whole of Germany is this colour.<\/p>
AMARILLA MOSTAZA<\/strong> \u2013 More Madness \u2013 And mystery \u2013 old ghosts wear clothes of
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AZUL MARINO<\/strong> \u2013 Colour of bad advertisements \u2013 And of good business.
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