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As a teenager, Frida Kahlo was in a terrible accident.
Her bones were shattered, her spine was injured, and she was confined to bed for months.
Doctors didn’t think she would ever walk again.
But there, on that hospital bed, her mother hung a mirror on the ceiling and placed some brushes beside her.
Frida began to paint…
She painted her pain.
Her body.
Herself — again and again — in different states, wearing the mask of pain, love, and loneliness.
She once said:
“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.”
Her life was full of physical suffering, Diego Rivera’s betrayals, infertility, and solitude.
But she turned it all into honest, powerful, and iconic works of art.
Frida never wanted to play the victim.
She became a symbol of resilience, dignified pain, and truth in art. 2 replies
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