Last week was Frida Kahlo’s birthday. She was definitely an outlier and misunderstood when she died in 1954. Now she is so popular she has collapsed into a cliche’. Last summer in Antwerp, there was an exhibition of her own photography and photos of her, her family, her life, her work. She endured a life of pain, but she painted much more than her pain. She rendered the pain graphically and honestly without effacing the beauty. I love her work for this reason, mostly. I mean–who can do that well? Painting pain and beauty in the same brush stroke?
“I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.”