Lemons, watermelons, flowers... and Frida #5

I had a very challenging project ahead of me which required diving into the world of art and Frida's intense life. After re-reading her biography, going through her work repeatedly and re-watching Julie Taymor's brilliant "Frida", I came to some conclusions...

For many years I refused to think that two grave accidents she had (train and Diego - her exact words) were responsible for her becoming such an extraordinary artist. Even though I acknowledged her suffering was inseparable from her paintings, I wanted to see something different from her emotional baggage. Maybe creativeness, imagination, rising talent, or at least something that was not generated by agony.

My doubts returned when I decided to do this project. I was wondering how much of what we create reflects what we've been through and what happens to all the inspiration from the outside world...
I couldn't accept that only misery can lead to excellence and quality. Experience matters, but so does empathy, maturity - not necessarily formed from life difficulties.
I believe a true artist is an observer, who tells authentic stories built from personal, powerful (not only dramatic) confessions and endless imagination.
In any case, the story has to come from true events.

Frida Kahlo is a genuine artist. Her paintings are her confession.
I just wish she could have done it without all the suffering.

Inspired by, dedicated to, written for F.K.

http://www.annaopala.com/frida/