Frida2002

Diego Rivera:
There was this skinny kid, with eyebrows, shouting out at me. Diego, I want to show you my paintings. But of course she made me come down, and I did, and I never stopped looking. But I want to talk about Frida, not as her husband but as an artist... an admirer. Her work is acid and tender, hard as steel and fine as a butterfly's wing, loveable as a smile and cruel as the bitterness of life. I don't believe that ever before has a women put such agonized poetry on canvas.