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38 tiefgründige und fesselnde Worte für Liebe, Widerstandskraft und Selbstdarstellung

„Ich habe immer gedacht, dass ich die seltsamste Person auf dieser Welt bin, aber später dachte ich, dass es viele solcher Leute auf der Welt gibt, es muss also jemanden wie mich geben, der sich auf gleiche Weise bizarr und beschädigt fühlt, so wie ich mich fühle. Ich stelle mir die Frau vor, und stelle mir vor, dass sie dort drüben auch an mich denkt. Also gut, ich hoffe, wenn du dort bist und dies liest, dass du weißt, dass es wahr ist, dass ich da bin und genauso seltsam bin wie du.“

„Am Ende des Tages können wir viel mehr ertragen, als wir denken“

„Nichts ist absolut. Alles ändert sich, alles bewegt sich, alles dreht sich, alles fliegt und geht weg.“

„Ich male keine Träume oder Albträume, ich male meine eigene Realität.“

„Ich male Blumen, damit sie nicht sterben.“

„Es gab zwei große Unfälle in meinem Leben. Einer war der Wagen, der andere war Diego. Diego war bei weitem der Schlimmste.“

„Ich bin nicht krank. Ich bin gebrochen. Aber ich bin froh, so lange zu leben, wie ich malen kann.“

„Die Malerei vervollständigte mein Leben.“

„Ich muss mit aller Kraft kämpfen, damit die kleinen positiven Dinge, die meine Gesundheit mir zulässt, auf die Unterstützung der Revolution ausgerichtet werden können. Der einzige wirkliche Grund zu leben.“

„Meine Malerei trägt die Botschaft des Schmerzes in sich.“

„Ich will an deinem dunkelsten Ort teilhaben.“

„Nun, ich hoffe, wenn du da draußen bist und das liest und weißt, dass es wahr ist, dass ich hier bin, und genauso seltsam bin wie du.“

„Ich liebe dich mehr als meine eigene Haut und obwohl du mich nicht genauso liebst, liebst du mich trotzdem, nicht wahr? Und wenn du es nicht tust, werde ich immer die Hoffnung haben, die du hast, und damit bin ich zufrieden. Liebe mich ein wenig. Ich bete dich an.“

„Sie sind so verdammt intellektuell und faul, dass ich sie nicht mehr ausstehen kann…. Ich würde lieber auf dem Boden auf dem Markt von Toluca sitzen und Tortillas verkaufen, als etwas mit diesen künstlerischen Schlampen von Paris zu tun zu haben.“

„Ich habe getrunken, weil ich meine Sorgen ertränken wollte, aber jetzt haben die verdammten Dinge gelernt, zu schwimmen.“

„Du verdienst das Beste, das Allerbeste, denn du bist einer der wenigen Menschen in dieser lausigen Welt, die sich selbst gegenüber ehrlich sind, und das ist das Einzige, was wirklich zählt.“

„Füße, wofür brauche ich euch, wenn ich Flügel zum Fliegen habe?“

„Nichts ist absolut. Alles verändert sich, alles bewegt sich, alles dreht sich, alles fliegt und weggeht.“

„Nichts ist mehr wert als Lachen. Es ist die Kraft zu lachen und sich seiner selbst zu ergeben, Licht zu sein.“

„Sie hielten mich für einen Surrealisten, aber das war ich nicht. Ich habe nie Träume gemalt. Ich habe meine eigene Realität gemalt.“

„Ich male meine eigene Realität. Das Einzige, das ich weiß, ist, dass ich male, weil ich es brauche, und ich male, was auch immer durch meinen Kopf geht, ohne andere Überlegungen.“

„Ich hinterlasse dir mein Porträt, damit du meine Gegenwart hast, all die Tage und Nächte, in denen ich von dir entfernt bin.“

„Ich bin meine eigene Muse, ich bin das Thema, das ich am besten kenne. Das Thema, das ich noch besser kennenlernen möchte.“

„Ich hoffe, der Ausstieg ist glücklich. Und ich hoffe, dass ich nie wieder zurückkehren werde.“

„Schmerz, Vergnügen und Tod sind nicht weiter als ein Prozess der Existenz. Der revolutionäre Kampf in diesem Prozess ist ein Tor zur Intelligenz.“

„Das Wichtigste für jeden in Gringolandia ist, Ehrgeiz zu haben und jemand zu werden, und ehrlich gesagt, habe ich nicht den geringsten Ehrgeiz jemand zu werden.“

„Kein Mond, Sonne, Diamant, Hände – Fingerkuppe, Punkt, Strahl, Gaze, Meer. Kieferngrün, rosa Glas, Auge, Mine, Radiergummi, Schlamm, Mutter, ich komme.“

„Die Leute im Allgemeinen haben Todesangst vor dem Krieg und alle Ausstellungen sind gescheitert, weil die Reichen nichts kaufen wollen.“

„Ich wurde als Schlampe geboren. Ich wurde als Malerin geboren.“

„Diego war alles, mein Kind, meine Geliebter, mein Universum.“

„Ich weiß wirklich nicht, ob meine Bilder surrealistisch sind oder nicht, aber ich weiß, dass sie der offenste Ausdruck meiner selbst sind.“

„Tragödie ist das Lächerlichste überhaupt.“

„Es hat sich gelohnt, hierher zu kommen, nur um zu sehen, warum Europa verrottet, warum all diese Menschen – gut für nichts – die Ursache für alle Hitlers und Mussolinis sind.“

„Ich kann nicht von Diego als meinem Mann sprechen, denn dieser Begriff, wenn er auf ihn angewendet wird, ist eine Absurdität. Er war und wird nie der Mann von jemandem sein.“

„Das Interessanteste an den Lügen von Diego ist, dass früher oder später die an der imaginären Geschichte Beteiligten wütend werden, nicht wegen der Lügen, sondern wegen der Wahrheit, die in den Lügen enthalten ist und die immer wieder auftaucht.“

„Ich denke, dass ich nach und nach meine Probleme lösen und überstehen kann.“

“My painting carries with it the message of pain.”

“I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.”

“It was worthwhile to come here only to see why Europe is rottening, why all this people - good for nothing - are the cause of all the Hitlers and Mussolinis.”

“A little while ago, not much more than a few days ago, I was a child who went about in a world of colors, of hard and tangible forms. Everything was mysterious and something was hidden, guessing what it was was a game for me. If you knew how terrible it is to know suddenly, as if a bolt of lightning elucidated the earth. Now I live in a painful planet, transparent as ice; but it is as if I had learned everything at once in seconds.”

“.. when I had my imaginary friend I would look out of the small glass panes of the window and fill them with steam. Then, I would draw a little window and go out through it. Opposite our house, there was a milk store that was named Pinzon, and I would travel from the little window through the "o" in Pinzon, and from there into the center of the earth, where I had my friend, and we would dance and play... I do not remember my friend's house, and she had no name. She was like me in age. She had no face. The truth is, I do not remember if she had a face or not, and she was very lively. I could not describe her.”

“Until always and forever. Now in 1944. After all the hours lived through. The vectors continue in their original direction. Nothing stops them. With no more knowledge than live emotion. With no other wish than to go on until they meet. Slowly. With great unease, but with the certainty that all is guided by the "golden section". There is cellular arrangement. There is movement. There is light. All centers are the same. Folly doesn’t exist. We are the same as we were and as we will be. Not counting on idiotic destiny.”

“One Sunday, Diego came to the house to see my paintings and critiqued all of them in a very clear manner, and he told me all the possibilities he saw in them. Then I painted two or three things, which are around the house, that to me seem very influenced by him [circa 1928]. They are portraits of thirteen- or fourteen-year-old kids... In 1929, I joined the Communist Party, I got married to Diego, and I had my first abortion. In that year I painted a portrait of Cristina Moya.... and other drawings that Morillo Safa [her main patron] owns. The unfinished [self-]portrait of my first abortion was my first Surrealist painting ['Frida and the Caesarean', she painted in 1929] but not completely. I have it [at home].”

“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.”

“I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint.”

“Papa painted small landscapes by the river in Coyoacán, and copied sentimental paintings in watercolour and oil. Afterwards, he gave me a little box of paints that belonged to him. Ángel Salas gave me a small book that told me how to prepare the canvases, and I made them smooth, smooth. The courtship with Gómez Arias lasted from 1922 until 1925, when the bus crushed us both. Gómez Arias brought me books on painting and painters from Europe. These were the first books on art that fell into my hands.”

“I first met Diego [who became later her husband] while he was painting the amphitheater [at the Escuela National Preparatoria, where Rivera was painting the mural 'La Créación', 1922 -1923] and I would really cherish going to see him paint. Orozco [famous Mexican painter] was also painting [murals] in the Prepa, and I remember one time a group of kids wanted to scratch the paintings of Diego and Orozco... Every day we went for ice cream at a stand opposite the law school... Sometimes Diego himself would pass by, and we would tease him. One day they asked me who I wanted to marry, and I said I would not marry, but I did want to have a child by Diego Rivera.”

“It's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.”

“I remember the first time I was sick. I had gone to play with a boy, Luis Léon, and on the patio he threw a wooden log at my foot, and this was the pretext they used at home when my leg began to grow thin. I remember they said that it was a white tumor or paralysis. I missed a lot of school [Frida spent nine months in bed, and and at seven she wore (polio) booties]. I do not remember a lot, but I continued jumping, only not with the right leg anymore. I developed a horrible complex, and I hide my leg. I wore thick wool socks onto the knee, with bandages underneath. This happened when I was seven years old, and my papa and my mama begun to spoil me a lot and to love me more. The foot leaned to the side, and I limped a little. This was during the period when I had my imaginary friend.”

“His [Diego Rivera's] supposed mythomania is in direct relation to his tremendous imagination. That is to say, he is as much of a liar as the poets or as the children who have not yet been turned into idiots by school or mothers. I have heard him tell all kinds of lies: from the most innocent, to the most complicated stories about people whom his imagination combined in a fantastic situation or actions, always with a great sense of humor and a marvelous critical sense; but I have never heard him say a single stupid or banal lie. Lying, or playing at lying, he unmasks many people, he learns the interior mechanism of others, who are much more ingenuously liars than he, and the most curious thing about the supposed lies of Diego, is that in the long and short of it, those who are involved in the imaginary combination become angry, not because of the lie, but because of the truth contained in the lie, that always comes to the surface.”

“We [Frida and Diego] moved from the house on Reforma [street] to Coyoacán, and that had an enormous influence on me. How we painted the house and the Mexican furniture, all that influenced my painting a lot. While still on Reforma, I painted a self-portrait [Self-portrait 'Time Flies', 1929] that is owned by Morillo Safa. Once in Coyoacán I began to make paintings with backgrounds and Mexican things in them. I painted the portraits of Hale's sister.... and the one of Diego, which I did not finish [this painting is lost and was never documented before]. Those three paintings, who knows where they are. Mirillo Safa has the third self-portrait [her Self-portrait of 1930], showing me bald and sitting in a cane chair.”

“I'll be in Detroit two more weeks. I would like to tell you every thing that happened to me since the last time we saw each other, but most of them are sad and you mustn't know sad things now. After all I shouldn't complain because I have been happy in many ways though. Diego is good to me, and you can't imagine how happy he has been working on the frescoes here. I have been painting a little too and that helped. I thought of you a lot and never forget your wonderful hands and the color of your eyes. I will see you soon. I am sure that in New York I will be much happier. If you still in the hospital when I come back I will bring you flowers.”

“José Clemente Orozco [became later a famous Mexican painter as well] and I would travel on the same trolley from Coyoacán to Mexico City, and I would carry his papers. We became pals, and I invited him to the house. I had painted four or five things when he visited, and he gave me a hug and said I had a lot of talent, and he chatted on about the horrors of Diego [Rivera]. There was beginning to be talk about Diego; that he had returned from Russia and was giving talks on on Russian theater and art. I would go to hear him. Afterwards, he began to paint at the Prepa. [Escuela Prepatoria] and later at the Secretaríade Educación. I was studying at the Prepa, but the [bus] accident [in 1925] messed me up.”

“I returned to school [after the bus accident], but I felt very sore and had little strength. I took my paintings to Diego [Rivera], and he liked them a lot, most of all the self-portrait. But of the rest he told me that I was influenced by Doctor Atl [a Mexican painter and revolutionary] and by Montenegro, and that I should try to paint whatever I wanted without being influenced by anyone else. That impressed me a lot, and I began to paint that I believed in. Then the friendship and almost courtship with Diego began. I would go to see him paint in the afternoon, and afterwards he would take me home by bus or in a Fordcito – a little Ford that he had – and he would kiss me.”

“I am a poor little deer.”

“Since Trotsky came to Mexico I have understood his error. I was never a Trotskyist.”