Is there a painting or sculpture you’re drawn to? What does it say to you? Describe the experience. (Or, if art doesn’t speak to you, tell us why.)
Photographers, artists, poets: show us ART.
There has never been anyone like Frida Kahlo. A woman who experienced loss since she was a little girl, her life was punctuated by physical and emotional pain and betrayal. And she documented it all in her diaries and her paintings.
Her art is visceral and brutally honest. It reaches its claws deep inside me so it can rip my own heart out and in the process, share her pain as well. Her paintings tell me so much about myself and about how I, in the process of hiding much of my pain, shows too much of it at the same time.
One of my favorite paintings is The Two Fridas. It’s Kahlo’s largest painting and she created this after Diego Rivera left her. The Frida on the left has a broken heart, the one that Diego spurned, while the Frida on the right with its heart still intact, is the one that Diego loves.
Yet they are both tied by a main artery, its blow staunched by a the clamp the Frida on the left holds though it does nothing to stem the bleeding.
When I began to draw my own pain almost ten years ago, the drawings shut out my writing completely because my sketches were just too raw for words. Some of them still make me flinch when I look at them and I often wonder just how dark my world had been then for me to have drawn such pain on paper.
The one below though would be among the tame not-so-sad-or-painful ones – unless you don’t like snakes.