There's no other stranger in the world I could feel more connected to than Frida Kahlo. I've loved her and her art since I was 13. I used to sit on the floor of Floyd Memorial library looking through a book of her paintings feeling like she was the only one who could ever understand the loneliness I felt. And so I painted, like her, because I had to, and the only reality I wanted was the one dancing on the canvas or the paintings in my head.
Her influence spilled over into my own art and I went from scribbles of girls decked in paw prints (for nana) to drawings/paintings of how I felt, where I lived, and what I believed in. And still I could only aspire to have so much honesty in my art as she did (though I partially blame self help books and the law of attraction movement for this blockage lol). When she hurt there was blood, and when she cried so did her canvas.
Most people can probably tell I'm not much of an open book, which is conflicting as hell as an artist. Although there's a lot I'd like to say, I don't. But maybe through all my uncomfortableness (is that even a word) I can finally learn to say a little more.
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.”
― Frida Kahlo