Frida Kahlo – A Biography

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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.

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(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.”

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“For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same lassitude, and a languor weighed upon me all day. I felt myself a changed girl. A strange melancholy was stealing over me, a melancholy that I would not have interrupted. Dim thoughts of death began to open, and an idea that I was slowly sinking took gentle, and, somehow, not unwelcome possession of me. If it was sad, the tone of mind which this induced was also sweet. Whatever it might be, my soul acquiesced in it.”

J. Sheridan Le Fanu

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How do you accept loss?

Found this book in Lisbon, one year ago perhaps… I was touched by the poetical and melancholic illustrations and the subject of the story.

How do you accept the lost of a friend? The sadness of it?

This book has the answers.

“One morning, the bear was crying. His bird friend had died. The Bear cut a tree  from the woods and build up a little box. With berry juice, he painted the box with a beautiful color and covered the bottom of the box with petals. Than, he placed carefully his little fellow inside. The little bird seemed to be making a brief nap. His coral feathers were silky and his beak bird shined like a onyx stone (…)”

A book from Kazumi Yumoto, illustrated by Komako Sakai. Original Title: Kuma to Yamaneko.

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