I always come across her works while I am studying, but I have never studied her before.
Everytime I see her works I always get the same...um.. 'message' from them.
I think she saw things inside of herself, and had no way to translate it to other people. Someone as highly creative as her, is bound to face difficulty trying to get other, less creative mortals to see what they see.
Her paintings always makes me think she saw all of these visions, yet no one, not even her, understood how to make everyone else see it.
The selfmutilating nature of her self portraits seem so painful to me. Almost desperate.
Frida had a piece of metal slammed through her body, including her female parts and back, in a streetcar accident when she was a teen, so was in chronic pain.
She also opposed the domination of native American Mexicans by outside forces, such as the Spanish before her and people like us thereafter.
She made it to NYC and Europe and met all the surrealists and such, but wasn't impressed. Diego Rivera, her giant artist husband, was also cool.
For a quickie, rent the Selma Hayek movie about her. I've read several books on her, and it wasn't a bad Hollywood approximation.
I'll see some of this stuff and others in Mexico in March, I hope.
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I always come across her works while I am studying, but I have never studied her before.
Everytime I see her works I always get the same...um.. 'message' from them.
I think she saw things inside of herself, and had no way to translate it to other people. Someone as highly creative as her, is bound to face difficulty trying to get other, less creative mortals to see what they see.
Her paintings always makes me think she saw all of these visions, yet no one, not even her, understood how to make everyone else see it.
The selfmutilating nature of her self portraits seem so painful to me. Almost desperate.
Frida had a piece of metal slammed through her body, including her female parts and back, in a streetcar accident when she was a teen, so was in chronic pain.
She also opposed the domination of native American Mexicans by outside forces, such as the Spanish before her and people like us thereafter.
She made it to NYC and Europe and met all the surrealists and such, but wasn't impressed. Diego Rivera, her giant artist husband, was also cool.
For a quickie, rent the Selma Hayek movie about her. I've read several books on her, and it wasn't a bad Hollywood approximation.
I'll see some of this stuff and others in Mexico in March, I hope.
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