Others say that it was the car accident that created Frida in painting and destined her extraordinary life. Yes, because of the car accident, she picked up a paintbrush and painted a world one by one, but if the price of fame is a few months of bedridden, more than 30 surgeries large and small, and a lifetime of pain, would you like it? Don't want to, can't stand it? Even if you pick up the pen and choose to paint, will painting choose you? It's a talent, budding from a car accident, and thriving from pain.
But the pain cannot be shared, and what others see is dripping. She wears bright Mexican national clothes, drinks, dances passionately with the hostess at parties, smashes people in the head with bottles, revolution, so free and passionate, no one can take their eyes away, what you see is beauty, what you can't see Those shatter and aches.
This pain comes from her body, but also from her love. Diego, the brilliant muralist, was Frida's mentor to painting and her inspiration for her revolution and life. She adored him and loved her. But Diego is a sexually free man, he loves Frida, admires her talent and personality, but also likes those beautiful bodies, he can be faithful to the heart but not the body. Frida is not ignorant of this, their first meeting, his ex-wife's remarks, or Diego's undisguised words and deeds, she married him so resolutely, just because of love, she thought she was Can change him, but how strong is a person's nature, Diego loves Frida and loves himself.
Love then becomes pain. She thought she could look away, until she found out that Diego was with her dearest sister. "I have had two accidents in my life, one was a car accident, and the other was you." Frida locked the passage between the two small buildings, said to Diego who came, and cut his long hair inch by inch.
After waking up, there is only pain. It is the pain of both body and heart. She painted like that, the missing heart, the slender blood vessels, the gun barrel against the throat, dripping blood, she looked at herself in the painting, the brokenness and pain were so intense and deep. It was her body, her pain, her painting faithful to her heart.
What can people do when they are in pain? Alcoholism, drug addiction, bisexuality, sensual life can temporarily forget the pain, not to mention she is a strong and freedom-loving Mexican woman. But she was always sober, with pictures as proof. She had also loved others, and Trotowski, who had taken refuge, but only Diego, the elephant-like man who had long occupied Frida's heart. He is her pain and her love and happiness. Isn't that the case with Diego, they have always been planted in each other's hearts, he returned to Frida when she was ill, and he chose to be redeemed.
To go is to die. Out of love, out of pain. She has felt too much in her life, just like the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, blooming is pain, beauty is only the scenery in the eyes of others, then withering is not a relief.
"I hope it is a blessing to leave, and I hope never to return."
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