Never before had a woman put such agonizing poetry on canvas as Frida did at this time in Detroit.

Through her paintings, she breaks all the taboos of the woman's body and of female sexuality.

If I ever loved a woman, the more I loved her, the more I wanted to hurt her. Frida was only the most obvious victim of this disgusting trait.

I did not know it then, but Frida had already become the most important fact in my life. And would continue to be, up to the moment she died, 27 years later.

July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.

Through her paintings, she breaks all the taboos of the woman's body and of female sexuality.