Frida Kahlo

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I love you more than my own skin.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.