I was trying to paint a picture today, but seems the color i was using was just a pigment of my imagination...

 

For frida, life is something to be dealt with, to be sliced and tied with a red ribbon that comes out of her stomach, it was more than therapy, it was more than a diary, it was , as Diego Rivera put it – opening her chest, taking out her heart and guts and putting them in the painting.

 

 

You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

    Opinions / Science / Theory of Relative Ignorance  
 

..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
of a decade, I am not really impressed with stories of selling your soul to the devil...

    Art & Culture / Music / Blues / Robert Johnson  
 
 

Frida Kahlo - The onebrow wonder

This article was one of the few I always left for that undefined 'later' where things we don’t want to do go to die. It is not that I don’t like Frida Kahlo, the opposite is true, and that is the problem. I am afraid to write about her.

And it is not only the unibrow that scares me. Also. Ok, it is mainly the unibrow, but other than that it is the fact she is a live wire and one of those artists which not only redefined themselves but the whole art world, and all without shouting, without pushing, just by being themselves. Just being. And oh, she was. She really was.

 

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. ”

 

The fact the lion part of kahlo's paintings are self portraits is astounding as a concept, but that is dwarfed in comparison to the cultural and artistic value of these works, the complexity, the richness, the honesty. It is art at its best. At least in my book.

Frida was one of those eccentric strong people who makes the world go round, a force of nature. Broken apart physically, kicked and shoved mentally, and all in all a life of never ending turmoil and interesting events and people have created just the right pressure to create the diamond.

Now, I am not one known for going overboard with compliments or being to gushy when it comes to artist, as I do try to keep some decorum and my 'cool' but going over Kahlo's work for this article, I found myself over and over again just staring at the monitor speechless.

There are two things that always amazes me in kahlo's work – the extreme simplicity of them, and the extreme complexity of them. What? Really? A contradiction? Ahm. Well, what do you want from me? I didn’t paint those…but yes, she was a contradiction, and an extremely interesting one at that, she was a mirror of life's contradictions, sometime simplistic and direct, sometimes full of people, faces on the canvas, a collage' of history and politics, of hurt and joy, of birth and death, of devastating accidents and of small failures, of life. Always life.

 
They are so damn 'intellectual' and rotten that I can't stand them anymore....I [would] rather sit on the floor in the market of Toluca and sell tortillas, than have anything to do with those 'artistic' bitches of Paris.”
 

Kahlo always said she paints so many self portraits because she only paints what she knows. And oh, she knew, she knew. We all think we are aware of what is going on in our life, of our place in the puzzle, of how we feel. We do, but that is just because we are stupid. And when I look at kahlo's work of self awareness, of that graphic classification of personal history, I understand how we usually let life pass by us without a real acknowledgement.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best."

 

For frida, that was not an option, life is something to be dealt with, to be sliced and tied with a red ribbon that comes out of her stomach, it was more than therapy, it was more than a diary, it was , as Diego Rivera put it – opening her chest, taking out her heart and guts and putting them in the painting.

A lot of artists have tried to paint in this 'naïve' kind of way, a picturesque description of life, a story-telling approach to painting and art, almost childish, almost too simple to be 'art'. A lot of artist tried. So they tried. Nothing but afternoon shadows on the canvas compared to kahlos everlasting sun.

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.”
 
I have seen a lot of artists try to confront their problems, the challenges life is throwing at them, their life's milestones in paintings. So they try. Can you really compare them to kahlo's surrealistic surgical precision in shoving her imagery into our guts and turning them?

She didn’t start a style. She didn’t form a movement. She was Frida Kahlo. diego's wife. She was the onebrow force of nature. And we humbly bow in front of her asking for forgiveness. I am not sure about what, but like the small tin plates with paintings of the virgin, frida is up there, looking down at us, not with judgment, not with scorn, just to see if we managed to understand what she was telling us in her work…

I never saw a kahlo original. I am sure this experience will be something special, and I am already looking forward to it. If I have to go to mexico for it? Oh well, what can I do, will have to go. Are you coming?

Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?"

   
 

Overview http://youtu.be/ROAH9LQecyc
works http://youtu.be/o6skhQj5ZXc