Watching my thoughts go by and by, like a work of art constantly evolving in a chaotic structure, to nowhere specifically, with no sense apparently.
I put down the brush and look behind the canvas. And as I look, 100 colours drip from my fingers and colour my soul. They dance. This is the first work of art that I can truly call mine – not a copy of my favourite impressions, but my own visceral creation.
They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn’t. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
– Frida Kahlo
– Diego Rivera (in his study at San Ángel), Anonymous, ca. 1940
“I often have more sympathy for carpenters, shoemakers, etc., than for the whole flock of stupid so-called civilized talkers they call cultivated people.” – Frida Kahlo
– Frida Kahlo in the Blue House, Anonymous, 1930
Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray. – Rumi
Our bodies are so cool. Sometimes they can seem primitive, like when we feel change and pain. They are the most basic stage of life – our door to freedom. Being primal is their job – to connect us to the simplicity of everyday life. Bodies are beautiful illusions that cover up the infinity of our bright, cosmic light. And that illusion can be tailored the way we want it. Your body is not you, but a projection of yourself, capable of interacting, indulging and stunning others with every breath that you take.
Below: Viktoria Modesta – The First Bionic Pop Singer