I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
The most interesting thing about the so-called lies of Diego is that, sooner or later, the ones involved in the imaginary tale get angry, not because of the lies, but because of the truth contained in the lies, which always comes forth.
I never knew I was a surrealist till Andre Breton came to Mexico and told me I was.
O'Keeffe was in the hospital for three months, she went to Bermuda for a rest. She didn't make love to me that time, I think on account of her weakness. Too bad.
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
I drank to drown my pain, but the damned pain learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good behavior.
My painting carries with it the message of pain.....Painting completed my life.....I believe that work is the best thing.
I suffered two grave accidents in my life. One in which a streetcar knocked me down.....The other accident is Diego.
I cannot speak of Diego as my husband because that term, when applied to him, is an absurdity. He never has been, nor will he ever be, anybody’s husband.