“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.” 
― Frida Kahlo

“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.” 
― Frida Kahlo

“I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.” 
― Frida Kahlo

When I was introduced to Frida many years ago, it was like meeting  a long lost sister.  I found myself searching for every possibly self portrait she ever painted.  I purchased every book.  Every journal.  It was as if I became Frida.  For months.

Her love for life.  Her ability to move the world through self portraiture.
Her passion for love and connection.
Her deep desires for both the men and women in her life struck me in such a familiar way.
Frida Kahlo was/is an integral and potent presence in my life  assisting  me in embracing my true nature (continuously).

I love you, Frida.  Until me meet again.