Frida Kahlo & Me

A long time ago when I was an art major (before I became an education major and eventually an English major!), one of my art professors introduced me to Frida Kahlo. At first, her art unnerved me but it was also fascinating. Now, as someone who has had a fair amount of miscarriages, I have a whole new perspective on her art. Some of you might know that Frida, as a result of an accident, wasn't ever able to have children. Of course, Frida also had many, many surgeries on her back as a result of that same accident. I suppose I can count myself grateful that I don't have that to deal with as well.

Henry Ford Hospital, 1932

In a series of letters she wrote to her physician, she writes: "Doctorcito querido: I have wanted to write to you for a long time than you can imagine. I had so looked forward to having a little Dieguito that I cried a lot, but it's over, there is nothing else that can be done except to bear it."

That's about the sum of it.

The Wounded Deer, 1946

The Broken Column, 1944

“I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.”