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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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If you are "committed" to work, to love, to family, to friends, to anything,
If you love animals and flowers and plants,
If you're independent, you're trying to live your life by not relying on anyone.
If you don't lie, you don't cheat, you don't hang out with anyone, and you value yourself, your personality, your pride, your time and your life,
Thank you for not letting the exact meaning of "humanity" be forgotten.
Gn :)) 🪽🌱 6 replies
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The heart of an artist is the language of silence, a nameless word passing through time. It doesn't beat for life or anyone, but breathes in absence. Between being and not being, it depicts an unfinished world.
Familiar with darkness, not from weakness, but connection, it swallows pain and transforms it. Every work is a bridge between reality and possibility.
Its heart is boundless, a place where feeling transcends reason. It doesn't speak the truth, but feels it and makes it last.
Within it, a thousand unfinished selves live. It cannot be complete, for the end is death. As long as the artist is unfinished, they are alive. 9 replies
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