Life is chilling. As Frida said on his deathbed:
I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return
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Frida. At a time when life has not yet bloomed, he was crushed by a tram. The spine was broken into three pieces, the cervical vertebra was broken, the right leg was broken, the steel pipe penetrated the body, and one foot was crushed. The car accident imprisoned her in coffin-like plaster, and her lover abandoned her. She was immobilized in a plaster cast, her eyes closed in tears. After this look of sadness that is greater than the death of the heart, there is a spirit reborn from the ashes. From the moment she stood up, from the moment she screamed uncontrollably, from the moment she picked up the paintbrush to paint the butterfly on her body, life was surging and out of control, from this thin and broken body The middle blazes. She is like the suffocating hot wind on the scorching earth. Strong as steel, soft as a feather, sweet as a smile, pain as life itself.
That's the scary thing about art. The same is true of painting, music, or drama, which can destroy all kinds of barriers and make people fall into deep illusions. The ballads sung at night, infuse the whole world into a dream. Awakened from sleep by the sharp pain of blood in the ear canal, and heard faint whispers in the dream - perhaps it has long been impossible to distinguish between dream and reality. If you don't talk to others, you're actually dreaming with your eyes open. However, when the music stops, all illusions dissipate in an instant. I really hope the singing doesn't stop, the world keeps spinning, letting people run freely and can't stop running. run. This is also a way to get along with yourself. Whenever there is too much emotional and chemical blockage, the body will react and need to run to release the desire and disappointment. Running at night listening to music is an activity I have tried since I was a teenager. I'll never forget that song that kept me running until I sprained my foot. At that moment, the bones made a brittle soft sound, and even now, after standing for a long time and then moving, some bones still make inexplicable sounds. Once you get used to it, it becomes difficult to notice. These strange sounds made by the body also need to be familiar with each other and run in. Getting along with oneself, for some types of individuals, is always a major issue that threatens physical and mental health. The concentration of life exceeds the strength of the body, and various symptoms will appear, such as the inability to control certain emotions and behaviors, such as being unable to stay close to every moment that may pass death, such as having some trivial details. An irrepressible feeling.
Just like Frida. Believe that the pain she bears is much heavier than the so-called heartache. The pain is like a long-lost reunion lover. Only hand over yourself, throw your body to pain, and forget that you still have a body. My body and mind are damaged. My body and mind are damaged. I'm tired of myself with so many wounds I've inflicted on me.
But it happened unexpectedly. So Frida met Rivera.
In the midst of their countless romantic affairs, they finally meet each other. Among the countless lovers who met Qin Muchu by chance, only you are the unforgettable lover because of your understanding and clarity. Soulmates are not the same as forever. I love you, but I'm sorry, I can't stop for you, because the charm of freedom is far better than love itself. But Frida, who used her broken body to bear children for Rivera. Pregnancy destroyed her body again, doctors had to rejoin her bones, and her child came into the world in pieces. She collects the fragments and preserves them in glass jars, which she paints in her work. In that painting, there is a mother's body, blood and flowers, a complete baby. Rivera burst into tears looking at his wife's painting. Yes, he understands. Because of this understanding, she chose to accept his cheating again and again. Because of this understanding, he impatiently begged to return to her after the divorce. Because of this understanding, he is not only her husband, but a like-minded partner. Be by her side at the last moment. Her same-sex lover sang sonorous songs for her.
Death was indeed a timely gift for Frida. She is so tired.
Burn the body after I die, she said. I've been lying down for too long, and I don't want to sleep in the ground any longer. This body has no meaning, everything that makes it Frida has flowed away.
Treating your body properly is also learning how to get along with yourself.
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