“Nada es más valioso que la risa. Se requiere de fuerza para reír y abandonarse a uno, para ser ligera. La tragedia es lo más ridículo.” – “Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.”
Not a lot to say about her, but Frida was one bad b. (And she also adorned her head, almost always, so there you go.) I think of all her portraits I relate to the Wounded Deer best…
It is wounded but the body, the feet in particular, are still full of life. The wounded deer appears to be bounding. And I, of course, love her “This is just the way it is” expression. I think she used the same expression in almost all her self-portraits. I don’t paint so I wouldn’t know if it’s purely practical to paint your own resting face or if she did not mean it as a kind of pain-is-a-fact-of-life expression. She did say that she does not paint fantasy but her “own reality” so her matter-of-fact expression makes perfect sense.
Her reality is a matter-of-fact for her. Just as mine is for me. However odd it may seem from the outside, if you were in my head and heart it would all make perfectly logical sense. Even my madness had a twisted rationale to it, for whatever good that is. Probably none as I was not creating when mad.
“I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…”
This was part of a letter she wrote her lover. It may get me into a heap of trouble, but I truly don’t care what the world thinks of me, either. ‘I am a stranger on earth.’ I want to share my love with the world and if they love me in return all the better, but my gain comes from the giving not the receiving. If that makes me a bitch, so be it. I was born a bitch, I was born to sing. And I too am an idiot.
My reality looks a little like her Portrait with Monkey and Parrot. I brought home a little, yellow canary for my birthday yesterday. Her name is Chiquita Banana Bonita, or Bonita for short. She is my pretty little banana. She is already tweeting a little here and there so with any luck she will sing songs after I train her with canary recordings.
To make it clear, I now have one canary, two cats, one small dog and a fish. And they all fit quite nicely in my little apartment. So, it might sound ‘crazy’ to have so many animals, but for me I would rather eat rice and beans or ramen and have the means to be surrounded with life than spend $50 on a dinner or $8 on a coffee. My priorities might be different than most, but then I am different from most.
I hope my priorities catch on, they arch toward peace and at oneness.