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I don't give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not unders… - Frida Kahlo
" "I don't give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am ... You are a shit.
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About Frida Kahlo
Frida Kahlo (6 July 1907 – 13 July 1954) was a Mexican painter. She was married to cubist painter Diego Rivera.
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Also Known As
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Frida Kahlo Calderón
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Frida Rivera-Kahlo
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Magdalena Carmen Frieda Kahlo y Calderon
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Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo Calderon
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Frida Kahlo Calderon
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Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderon
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Frida Khalo
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Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo Calderón
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De Rivera Kahlo
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Frida Kahlo de Rivera
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Frida Kahlo De Rivera
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Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderón
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Frida Rivera
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Mrs. Diego Rivera
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Kahlo
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My Diego: Mirror of the night Your eyes green swords inside my flesh. waves between our hands. All of you in a space full of sounds — in the shade and in the light. You were called AUXOCHROME the one who captures color. I CHROMOPHORE — the one who gives color. You are all the combinations of numbers. life. My wish is to understand lines form shades movement. You fulfill and I receive. Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.
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I was fascinated by Papa's studio [he was photographer]. I would help him wash, crop and press photos and afterwards sell them, when we were poor. When I was in Prepa, [following college] they would send me to help my father when he had epileptic attacks. After school I would go to his office, which was downtown, and accompany him everywhere. I would also do my homework there, and he would help me. I remember the fear that Papa's epileptic attacks make me feel. Christina and I would hide under the bed. (9 September 1950)
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