I never painted dreams.

I painted my own reality.

I paint self-portraits

because I am so often alone,

because I am the person

I know best.

So absurd and fleeting is our step through this world, that only leaves me at peace knowing that I have been authentic, that I have managed to be the most similar to myself.

— Frida Kahlo

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