Today is Frida Khalo’s birthday. She was born 111 years ago in 1907, Mexico. You may or may not be aware that I am quite a fan of this fine and very talented young upstart (although 111 years may be a little past its sell-by) – just saying.
We have an odd relationship, if you can call it that. Had we been life contemporaries I’m sure we would have got on like a casa en llamas! However, we have become life and afterlife friends (respectively). It certainly makes for some interesting conversation, I can tell you!
By now, you all know what I do. I’m an artist and I sometimes talk to dead folk – or, not-dead folk according to them. Frieda, who prefers the spelling of her birth name – as opposed to the artistic moniker, Frida that she adopted in life – is quite a character. She doesn’t often say much, but when she does it’s very poignant, poetic, often in Spanish and usually fit for a sailor. As I always say, believe or don’t believe: I don’t care. And I say that with a smile and a wink in my eye, although I’m sure that could also be the effect of Frieda’s incessant cigarette smoke… never mind, I’m a Synaesthete.
She has a raucous laugh and a boisterous way about her, but she’s funny and loves watching old movies. I don’t doubt she would have been a lot of fun, but an absolute handful in life. 🙂
I created my own painterly reproduction of the birthday girl based on a famous photo of her taken by one of her many admirers, of which I am yet another.
Happy Birthday, Frieda!!