My favorite artist

On this day in 1907, Frida Kahlo was born in Coyoacan, Mexico. She is my favorite artist. Flamboyant yet reserved with an air of fragility, she must have had the heart of a lioness. Her works seem to emit a loneliness most of us know by heart. Someone once told me, "Much of life is lonely. You have to work it out on your own." Boy, howdy.

I love The Wounded Deer. 

So Happy Birthday to Frida. 

For me, her art expresses the pain we find in life and but also the beauty in her imagery and colors, her depiction of birds and animals, florals and her famous self portraits.  

The Walker Art Museum in Minneapolis hosted a major exhibition of her work in the winter of 2007-2008 and I consider it one of the most emotional things I've ever seen. Her very energy leaped from the canvases, like opening a door into another dimension and en masse they were almost too much for the senses. It was the difference between sitting on a boat dock and getting into the water. Everything looks entirely different--you understand what being wet is, of course you know what water is, yet looking at it and being wet, keeping afloat, swimming for your life, looking up at an immense sky, well, it's another thing completely, isn't it?

"Art teaches nothing except the significance of life." Henry Miller