"Feet, why do I need you, when I have wings to fly?"
Las Dos Fridas, Frida Kahlo.
I finally watched the film by Julie Taymor. It's a fantastic film. It's immensely powerful and captivating. And it introduces the younger, pre-Diego Frida that not everyone is familiar with. But it's not an easy watch. The film is so painful, and it still hurts, now seven hours later. Frida, you are a beautiful and inspiring woman. You've taken my very feelings and cemented them within your artwork. And even during those moments when I don't know what I feel, I feel you there with me. Holding my hand, or stroking my hair, telling me it will all be fine. Why can't I be more like you? Strong, and capable, and free. Like you, I only paint my reality. I rarely tell people what my paintings mean, but I always wonder if you've ever been in my shoes before.
mkp.
