On Frida Kahlo

“Pinto flores, así no mueren.” “I paint flowers so they will not die.”  August 15th, Mexico City She was ready for her exit from the tides of life, and yet her spirit cried, “¡Viva la vida!” A life replete with color, pain, strength, betrayal. The pictures of her reveal someone enigmatic and joyful, her dark eyesContinue reading “On Frida Kahlo”