…on in the hearts of the people of Mexico. Her image can be found almost everywhere around here. Her strong life lived out-loud and powerfully expressed, vividly echoes forward in time somehow seeming to be amplified as it does or perhaps not so much amplified as appreciated. Like too many artist she lived a life that was all too short, dying when she was only 47. The candle that burnt twice as bright burnt only half as long...
One never knows where she might pop up, which for me has been great fun. She is such a powerful artist that even in death she seems to have transact the populist kitsch that embraces her.
Turn a corner and she's the centerpiece of a new mural on a large new building.
Turn another corner and she's adoring a small street corner café.
Turn again onto the malecon and of course, she's there too, being painted anew...
Trátala como a un criminal, como una traicionera, una mujer terrorista, feminista, mexicana, condenada, peligrosa, pistolera...
Frida Kahlo may your spirit live ever onward...
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