Frieda Kahlo: Mexican day of the dead.
So after my first meet with Lauren Shanley, i started on my first prescribed “collection” to fit with her prestigeous London shop.
I thought the first port of call should be Frieda Kahlo. Frieda is an inspiration to many, because of her voracity, hope and unceasing tenacity.
She has particular resonance for me, as my health is also- not the best. A dear Friend http://artmixer.blogspot.com sent me a copy of Frieda Kahlo’s Diary.
I can’t find my notes on reading this profound thing. However, the visceral effects are long standing.
The one definitive memory of this book I have, is the shock- that Frieda doesn’t hate herself or the world- in words. Her writing is very much about her passion for Diego.
Its almost as though, she throws all of her energy into that passion. Her Diary, holds relationship struggles, heartbreak, passion… but no outward expression of hatred/frustration.
Yet, her artwork- speaks a million languages of pain/loss/discomfort/alienation. I found her to be the exact opposite of myself. My inner turmoil regarding my health i can verbalise (partially) but if i were to write a journal, it would not be such a positive thing. the hatred and frustration with the universe would come out there, within the private confines of a journal.
But my work, represent the world through rose tinted glasses. The realms of unicorns and fluffy things, like the world through a childs eye.
For me, those two worlds separate in that way. For Frieda- she separated them in the exact opposite way.
Her capacity to maintain hope and tenacity, within the confines of her a) broken body b)social structure c)being a woman, is an inspiration for every generation to come.
So I used her, MY concept of her and reinterpreted the feelings of her into my Kitsch approximation of fun, happy, wild necklaces.
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