finally frida

you may have heard of frida… frida kahlo?

yes i know that everyone who is anyone in art knows about frida, has dressed as frida, made a portrait of frida, designed housewares adorned with frida.  i knew of her art and i can’t reasonably say that i liked it much, some of it made me uncomfortable

and because i do not like to follow along simply for the sake of following along, i had avoided wading into the melee. i did and do wonder what she would have made with our collective obsession… i don’t know much about her but i imagine she would have been equal parts irritated and amused

what led me to create my own frida was an art project called the #1kfridas, a public art project to take place on January 25, 2019 during which frida inspired art is shared. i thought why not, if there are going to be 1,000 fridas i might as well stop worrying and get on with making art

i started googling images of frida, there are a few to choose from not the least of which are her own self portraits.  i chose “Frida Kahlo on a Bench” (1938) by Nickolas Muray as i liked the colours and her straight on stare, i felt like she was daring the viewer to look away

then i doodled


and as i doodled i wondered if there was any chance i could make a food connection with frida, i am slightly obsessed with food art in the same manner that so many of us are obsessed with frida

i found out that yes, she loved to cook, someone had written an entire book about frida and food: Frida’s Fiestas: Recipes and Reminiscences of Life with Frida Kahlo (Clarkson Potter, 2002) written by Guadalupe Rivera and Marie-Pierre Colle

then i stumbled upon this

and that determined that i was going to make my frida surrounded by the spices of a mexican mole sauce








here are some steps of my frida portrait, currently a work in progress… finished before January 25 of course








it turned out that i saw what everyone else knew already, she is tremendous fun to draw. her portraits have an iconic feel. there is so much that a person can find in her art, something that draws you back to that straight on stare that you cannot look away from. in the end i am no different to anyone else and i suppose if anything frida brings us together in a way that i don’t understand, but is irresistible all the same

hope you enjoy my frida, as yes i now think of her as mine, and again i wonder what she would have thought of all this

i really wish i knew

‘I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.’