Reading Frida's paintings seemed to stand in her heart, looking down the blood, it was an inexhaustible free disposition. Frida snuggled up beside Rivera like a dove standing on the shoulders of an elephant, the dove that the elephant can't tie down, it only settles down when it is tired, with joy and pain in heaven and hell, Licking the wounds of the soul and the body alone, she paints, drink and drug addiction and make a revolution. She paints for the wounds of the soul, drink and drug for the wounds of the body, have sex with the wounds of the spirit, and revolutionize the elephant under her feet.
"I want to be free, to be with who I want to be. Lord, give me the strength to keep looking for love." She kept finding her love, but kept on looking for the next one, which she can only find in continual love Explaining the meaning of her own solitary existence, man and woman, she indulges and paints to escape the shackles of the flesh in the real world. A bound flesh can feel free only when it continually proves its efficacy.
Frida's love for Rivera only transcended the body, and regarded sex as "peeing in the wind". Rivera, a libertarian, spent his whole life in love with Frida's soul, and he couldn't help but love her sublimely, solemn and sacred. The combination of the dove and the elephant, the physical love is so powerless, like a reed swaying in the wind, only the two people's common understanding of the revolution and their admiration for each other's painting ability can maintain such spiritual love. It was such a strange marriage that gave Frida a lifelong adoration of Rivera that was closer to gay than conjugal.
Frida also loves herself. She repeatedly paints different versions of herself, dressed in different clothes, with a plump body or with only a skeleton. She holds hands, talks, and mutters to herself, because she is lonely . "I paint self-portraits because I'm often alone and because I'm the person I know best." Frida said that narcissism is inseparable from the brush in her hand, and her mind kept flashing all kinds of different These things are contradictory or even irrelevant, but they are in the same space, and she painted them. If Dali, as a surrealist male painter, tends to be rational, Frida, as a female painter, is more self-conscious Emotional things are placed in the picture.
Her short life was dedicated to the pursuit of freedom and overcoming pain and loneliness. God gave her a body that was devastated and slaughtered, but she transformed this pain into an endless pursuit of love. The mist over the city, although love did not change the loneliness in her heart, but freedom gave her a pair of painting hands and a perfect husband who lived in the canvas.
She is a match in the dark night, suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, but she burns herself out with love in an instant.
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