Amazed by this female artist, she started to paint “abstract art” before the movement even exist… Hilma Af Klint born in 1862-1944. A visionary, a woman ahead of her time, a sensitive, an artist that was commissioned by a spirit to paint the series “Paintings for the temples” and other transcendent works.
Frida Kahlo used to say that she had two serious accidents in her life: the first one was the accident on the bus and the second one was Diego (her husband), but, even so, she carried on in life and inspired many souls. Today, I’m sharing with you this amazing book illustrated and written by the talented artist Maria Hesse. Every page of this biography is an achievement of perfection, I have cried and laugh while reading it, and cried especially when I read a transcription of Frida Kahlo’s diary written to her beloved Diego. I don’t want to reduce this book to this paragraph or even her art, but it shows clearly how she felt life and the great capacity of loving the one who hurt her the most. I guess love is this…: accepting the faults, learning to forgive and respect which one oneness. She was not a surrealist, she was an artist who felt viscerally everything with brushes, shapes, and colors. Thank you, Frida, for existing and thank you, Maria Hesse, for devoting your time to this unique book.
The transcription of Frida Kahlo’s diary written to her Diego:
Diego – the beginning,
Diego – the constructor,
Diego – my child,
Diego – my fiancé,
Diego – painter,
Diego – my lover,
Diego – My Husband!
Diego – my mother,
Diego – my child,
Diego – me,
Diego – the universe,
Diversity in oneness.
Why do I call him My Diego? ’cause he will never belong to me. He belongs only to itself.
(the original spanish version)
“Diego – princípio, Diego – constructor, Diego – mi niño, Diego – mi novio, Diego – pintor, Diego – mi amante, Diego – !mi esposo!, Diego – mi amigo, Diego – mi padre, Diego – mi madre, Diego – mi hijo, Diego – yo, Diego – universo. Diversidad en la unidad. Por que lo llamo mi Diego? Nunca fue ni será mio. És de él mismo.”
It’s April 2017 is being, even more, weird than the past 2016 year. I don’t know what to say… April did go really fast for me, did the same happen with you? I thought that I would enjoy deeply every day of this year, and, on the contrary, what I really feel is that everything is slipping through my fingers, speeding up in a way that I can’t even describe what have happen this year, it seems life is just happening in a numb manner … but maybe the antidote for all these emotions flowing through my skin is to do something…
So, in these two days off from work, I decided to pick up all my clothes that were unstitched in some particular spot and had fixed them. At the end, the constant anxiety about life, my bloody worries, all the emotions that I constantly feel, and that can only be translated into more worrying, were gone. I felt that my anxiety was placed with the satisfying feeling of accomplishment.
Porto, 6th of April 2017
I’ve encountered the immaterial, the boreal… The soft light that gently touches the flower of the deads after so much suffering. I’ve encountered something that only belongs to those who live in Asylum. In desertion from the common senses. I’ve touched the invisible and felted it like rain drops and spring petals. And I shed a tear, only one and let it linger above Schubert and the white chrysanthemums. I let the boreal house my soul, confine it into something purer, undress it and triumph on the edge of the light for once.
Drinking tea, reading a letter from the Dear Sol and writing some important notes about my tarot studies. First day off from work, feels good.
One of my favorite tarot cards and its meaning bellow —
The Hermit (IX) is the ninth trump of Major Arcana in the most common tarot decks. Is not literally a recluse, he is not satisfied by sitting and waiting for things happen, on contrary, he bounces itself to explore the world outside. There are obstacles on his way, and he needs to carry along carefully, but if he is truly wise, he will know that all the obstacles will appear to benefit him at the end — “there are sermons inside of the stones”.