Eyebrows: +QutWorld BodyArt+ Elegant Eyebrows (in black) by QTWORLD
Necklace: Lane Branch Necklace – Gold (W\Resize) by 7891
Earrings & Flower Crown: Sacred (in red) by FINESSMITH
Hair: Frida hair (in black) by Virtual Diva
Dress: Kaithleen’s Linen Dress (in cream) by Kaithleen’s Original Mesh
Bad Katz Scaredy Cat by Bad Katz
Monkey by Maddie May’s Home Decor & More
Background painted by Henri Julien Rousseau (“The Equatorial Jungle”)
Passionate, tumultuous, feisty, colourful, courageous, seductive, tender, sensitive, introspective, independent…
Frida Kahlo is one my “favorite people” because she has redefined so many things: feminism, beauty ideals (sporting a unibrow and a mustache, she accentuated them with a black pencil), cultural taboos and all kinds of limitations, established or imposed (that she completely ignored, and, in fact, used as a platform to exacerbate her freedom as an individual and an artist).
The terrible road accident she suffered when she was 18, in which she was impaled by a handrail, leaving her body ravaged, seems like a cruel, ironic metaphor of her identity: such a ferociously free woman was constricted and compressed by the corset she had to wear daily, and, following that horrendous life altering event, she spilled her heart and guts into her brutally honest art.
She is someone who is perfectly aware of who she is and faces the world as a whole, it seems. In all of her self-portraits (“I paint myself because I am often alone and I am the subject I know best.”), she always looks at you, her gaze confident and hauntingly uncompromising.
It could be easy to fall into the trap of mistaking Frida for an insensitive, hard, tough woman. But that would be ignoring the unfaltering passion with which she loved her Diego. After their divorce, she painted “The Two Fridas” – my personal favorite painting of hers – in which one Frida (the Frida Diego loves, so she has a whole heart) can be seen holding a tiny portrait of Diego and the other Frida (the Frida Diego no longer loves) is trying to stop the flow of blood from an open vein of her broken heart, unsuccessfully: her heart is bleeding everywhere. Better to have loved and lost.
To Frida, a woman in all of her complexities, strengths and weaknesses.
And the night sky blooms with fire
(Y la noche que se encendia)
And the burning bed floats higher
(Y la cama que lleva)
And she’s free to fly
And all of the dark days
Painted in dark grey hues
They fade with the dream of you
Wrapped in red velvet
Dancing the night away
Spread those wings
Fly free with the swallows
One with the wind
-“Burn It Blue” by Caetono Valeso & Lila Dawn (from the “Frida” soundtrack)