Cabin fever may have set in a bit so we are going out wandering. It's still dang cold out, so somewhere inside is the plan. There is a Frida Khalo exhibit at the Dallas Museum of Art - that seems warm and interesting all at once.
So - here's a little background - Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderon was born on July 6, 1907, in Coyoacan, Mexico, the third of four daughters, to Matilde Calderon and Guillermo Kahlo, a German emigre and professional photographer. At an early age, she contracted polio, which permanently impaired movement in her right leg. Although her father encouraged her interest in art and art history, her ambition was to study medicine. Those plans were sidelined when, at the age of 19, the bus she was riding in collided with a street tram. Kahlo was impaled by a railing that caused extensive injuries. During her long convalescence, painting became a solace and a passion, and art gave her a meaningful path forward.
I'll be honest - much of her work is not my cup of tea but I can still appreciate beauty. This exhibit was more about her than her art and focused on the many photographs of her and self portraits as well. This photo - to the left - is perhaps my favorite of her. She is not so hard in it. It was taken by Nicholas Murray in 1939.