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”


(acrylic on canvas) Colors bloom from separate spectrums and transform reason into vision — the coming into being of weight, length, volume, shadow on a blank stretch of fabric that was once the nothing of an egg-shell wall. Time swims the slow, delicate and strong strokes, the subtle brushes which build the tincture of texture. You levelContinue reading “Pears”