Frasi di Frida Kahlo

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34 frasi ispiratrici per scoprire un mondo interiore profondo ed accattivante

“Ho provato ad affogare i miei dolori, ma hanno imparato a nuotare.”

“Dottore, se mi lascia bere questa tequila, prometto che al mio funerale non tocco un goccio.”

“Se potessi darti una cosa nella vita, mi piacerebbe darti la capacità di vedere te stesso attraverso i miei occhi. Solo allora ti renderesti conto di quanto sei speciale per me.”

“Vorrei darti tutto quello che non hai mai avuto e neppure così sapresti quanto è meraviglioso amarti.”

“Mai in vita mia
Dimenticherò la tua presenza.
Tu mi hai presa quando ero spezzata
E mi hai riparata
Su questa terra troppo piccola
Dove potrei mai voltare il mio sguardo?
Così immenso, così profondo!
Non c'è più tempo. Non c'è più nulla. Distanza. C'è soltanto la realtà.
Quello che è stato, è stato per sempre.”

“La vita insiste per essere mia amica e il destino mio nemico.”

“Ogni tic-tac è un secondo della vita che passa, fugge e non si ripete. E in essa c’è tanta intensità e interesse che il problema è solo saperla vivere.”

“Tu sai bene che la seduzione sessuale nelle donne finisce velocemente e dopo non resta niente di più di ciò che hanno nella loro testa per potersi difendere in questa porca vita di merda.”

“La rivoluzione è l’armonia della forma e del colore e tutto esiste, e si muove, sotto una sola legge: la vita.”

“Ma solo la vita riesce a essere oscena, indegna, umiliante.”

“Da quando mi sono innamorata di te, ogni cosa si è trasformata ed è talmente piena di bellezza… L’amore è come un profumo, come una corrente, come la pioggia. Sai, cielo mio, tu sei come la pioggia ed io, come la terra, ti ricevo e accolgo.”

“L’amore? Non so. Se include tutto, anche le contraddizioni e i superamenti di sé stessi, le aberrazioni e l’indicibile, allora sì, vada per l’amore. Altrimenti, no.”

“Ero solita pensare di essere la persona più strana del mondo ma poi ho pensato, ci sono così tante persone nel mondo, ci deve essere qualcuna proprio come me, che si sente bizzarra e difettosa nello stesso modo in cui mi sento io. Vorrei immaginarla, e immaginare che lei debba essere là fuori e che anche lei stia pensando a me. Beh, spero che, se tu sei lì fuori e dovessi leggere ciò, tu sappia che sì, è vero, sono qui e sono strana proprio come te.”

“Che farei io senza l’assurdo?”

“L'angoscia e il dolore. Il piacere e la morte non sono nient'altro che un processo per esistere.”

“Dipingo autoritratti perché sono spesso sola, perché sono la persona che conosco meglio.”

“Murare la propria sofferenza è rischiare di lasciarsi divorare da essa.”

“È lecito inventare verbi nuovi? Voglio regalartene uno: io ti cielo, così che le mie ali possano distendersi smisuratamente, per amarti senza confini.”

“Il surrealismo è la magica sorpresa di trovare un leone in quell’armadio in cui si voleva prendere una camicia.”

“Hanno pensato che fossi una surrealista, ma non lo ero. Non ho mai dipinto sogni. Ho dipinto la mia realtà.”

“Tu mi hai presa quando ero spezzata e mi hai riparata.”

“Piedi, perché li voglio se ho ali per volare?”

“Perché studi così tanto? Quale segreto vai cercando? La vita te lo rivelerà presto. Io so già tutto, senza leggere o scrivere. Poco tempo fa, forse solo qualche giorno fa, ero una ragazza che camminava in un mondo di colori, di forme chiare e tangibili. Tutto era misterioso e qualcosa si nascondeva; immaginare la sua natura era per me un gioco. Se tu sapessi com'è terribile raggiungere tutta la conoscenza all'improvviso – come se un lampo illuminasse la terra! Ora vivo in un pianeta di dolore, trasparente come il ghiaccio. È come se avessi imparato tutto in una volta, in pochi secondi. Le mie amiche, le mie compagne si sono fatte donne lentamente. Io sono diventata vecchia in pochi istanti e ora tutto è insipido e piatto. So che dietro non c'è niente; se ci fosse qualcosa lo vedrei…”

“Dipinge abbastanza bene per essere un ragazzino, ma sono io la grande artista.”

“Sento che siamo stati insieme fin dal nostro luogo di origine, che siamo della stessa materia, delle stesse onde, che portiamo dentro lo stesso istinto.”

“Scegli una persona che ti guardi come se fosse una magia.”

“La vita scorre e apre sentieri che non si percorrono invano. Ma nessuno può trattenersi, liberamente a giocare su quel sentiero, perché ritarda o devia il viaggio atomico e generale.”

“La morte può essere crudele, ingiusta, traditrice…”

“Le cicatrici sono aperture attraverso le quali un essere entra nella solitudine dell’altro.”

“La gente in generale ha paura della morte della guerra e tutta la mostra è stata un fallimento, perché i ricchi non vogliono comprare nulla”

“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.”