Frida Kahlo de Rivera (July 6, 1907 – July 13, 1954; Magdalena Carmen Frieda Kahlo y Calderón) was a Mexican painter, born in Coyoacán.
Perhaps best known for her self-portraits, Kahlo’s work is remembered for its “pain and passion”, and its intense, vibrant colors. Her work has been celebrated in Mexico as emblematic of national and indigenous tradition, and by feminists for its uncompromising depiction of the female experience and form.
Her work has also been described as surrealist, and in 1938 André Breton, principal initiator of the surrealist movement, described Kahlo’s art as a “ribbon around a bomb”.
During her lifetime, Frida created some 200 paintings, drawings and sketches related to her experiences in life, physical and emotional pain and her turbulent relationship with Diego. She produced 143 paintings, 55 of which are self-portraits. When asked why she painted so many self-portraits, Frida replied: “Because I am so often alone….because I am the subject I know best.”
She also stated, “I was born a bitch. I was born a painter.” (x)
uh, yes, ma’am … I’ll do whatever you say
Reader Lege made this for a lovely, thoughtful review of Return on Investment (found here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/995262390). Thoughtful responses to something I did - regardless of the medium - make me smile all day. It’s a very poignant moment in the book (I think), and the art is perfect.
Also, wow, I never considered that Martin is also investing in *Francis*. See, I tried to be clever (though the title suggested itself from the very first sentence), but I still miss aspects of the book. So glad it’s out there, so glad that people enjoy it. Even gladder it inspires them.
This makes me happy ^^
Series of paintings discovered in an abandon mental asylum in Italy.
Saw these while lurking hildidrawsdicks' blog, but only one was in the main post while the others were just added in the captions and in gray box form. I think they all deserve to be seen in the main post, yes? (source)
Mulder, drawn in PS.
I have a few copies of “Playboy” from the 1970s stashed away somewhere. One of them has a letter where a guy writes in saying, “I met this really gorgeous, sweet woman, and we were planning to get married, but she sat me down yesterday and told me that she had a sex change before she met me. Mr. Hefner, should I marry someone who used to be a man?” and the response was, “So she had a sex change, big whoop. Would you be asking this question if she’d made any other change in her life before she met you? You love the woman she is now, and that’s all that should matter. If you want kids you can adopt or something.”
I feel so conflicted right now
That awkward moment when Hugh Hefner is more trans-positive than most feminists of the same era.
sure it’s nice when people come back alive from a quest
TYBALT, TURN DOWN