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.
One of her still life paintings did call me over for a closer look. This is Magnolias and was done in 1945,
Frida has so many health issues and surgeries leading up to this time. From 1949-1954 there was another spinal surgery and she was hospitalized for nine months, relying on a wheelchair for mobility. She spent increasing time in bed - either in the hospital or at home. Still lifes became an effective vehicle of expression, and they account for over half of her artistic production during this period. The artist appreciated that she didn't have to worry about her appearance when painting still lifes, so her imagination could lead the way. Still lifes also permitted her to express her growing anxiety in a symbolic, more secretive manner that allowed potential buyers to view them simply as pleasing compositions.
Next up - a stop at Manhattan Project for a beer and some crazy, good chicken. No pics of the chicken so you'll just have to trust me and somehow we wound up with extra mis-pours. When we went home - we watched Frida on Netflix. Now I have so many more questions as the two didn't always match up. Oh well.
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