This year, Frida still painted Frida, two Fridas, and the naked heart was visible. The blue-clothed Frida's heart is intact, holding a portrait of Diego; the white-clothed Frida's heart is broken, the blood vessels are cut by scissors in his hand, and the blood is blooming on the white dress. This year, she conquered Paris, carrying Picasso on her shoulders, and attending Duchamp's party. When returning to Mexico City, she and Diego divorced.
In 1940, they remarried. Therefore, she painted Frida surrounded by vines, Frida rooted in the earth, Frida dressed up, with gentle green leaves in the background and flowers with dragonflies and butterfly wings. In one of them, Diego's face appeared in the middle of her forehead. That painting is called with Diego on my mind.
Frida has been painting Frida all her life. Frida weeping, Frida bleeding, Frida who uses a broken marble column as her spine--The car accident as a girl also shattered her pelvis, so she painted Frida who had a miscarriage, blood-stained Sheets, broken flowers, babies rise to the sky. She drew Frida for men's clothing, thickening her eyebrows, and aggravated the beard on her lips; she drew Frida with long hair, full of colors, hairpins and flowers. She drew her wedding, beside the tall Diego, tilting her head like a little girl. She painted Frida who was embraced by Mother Earth and the universe, and the giant baby in her arms had the face of Diego. She painted Frida in the form of a deer, with clusters of arrows all over her body. In the last few years of her life, she was bedridden, so she drew a bed with thorns floating with the skeletons, and a peaceful Frida on the bed.
She has been bleeding all her life, polio, car accidents, surgery, miscarriage, stormy love, betrayal. So Frida in the painting also kept bleeding. Diego said that her paintings are as cold as steel, exquisite as butterfly wings, and bitter as life. She is one of those people who cry out for the whole world. Yes, it's bloody, it hurts to show you.
Drink water when you are thirsty, sleep when you are sleepy, and paint when you are in pain.
Picasso could not draw such a self-portrait. You have to be very honest with yourself, which is too difficult for men. The self-portrait of only one person is also undisguised. His name was Vincent Van Gogh, he lived in an insane asylum for a year, and then he shot himself.
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