I have been a fan of Frida Kahlo for some years now, and there is something about her paintings that just draw me into them. Or maybe is that her marriage to Diego has been portrayed as such a volatile union. There are several quotes she left behind really telling the story of her and her husband. She painted her life, her thoughts, her fears, her joys, her heart. I admire her as an artist.
There is this one painting of hers that always makes so much sense to me and I have always wanted a print of the painting. The Two Fridas (http://www.fridakahlofans.com/c0290.htm) There is a huge part of me that believes we all have at least two personalities and I can completely relate to this painting.
I have several titles, like many women, mother, daughter, wife, lover, friend, sister, and so on. I believe that I have a good/bad side (for lack of better vocabulary) to myself. Nobody likes my bad/sad side, she is always looking down on herself and she struggles with inter demons of self hate, loathing, and suicidal thoughts. She is never part of the solution, more of a problem. This is the side of me that tries to keep people away from her and is known to be lost in her own thoughts and stares into space. My good/happy side is the fun loving me that everyone like to see. The one that cares about you, the one that listens to you, the one that spoils her loved ones with nice words & actions. She is also like to emerge in the kitchen to fill your stomach with home cooked food. Because food is good for your soul.
The Two Fridas mean that to me. Her husband only loved and respected one of the Fridas but not the other. My husband never stops loving me but I believe he does not always LIKE me, especially when I am the sad/bad me. So, when I look at the painting I can get lost in it for hours, picking my own brain with the how she must have felt with every brush stroke.
I can relate and it speaks volumes to me.
