This morning when I turned on the tv and ate my cereal I caught the end of the movie 'Frida'. From 1926 until her death, the Mexican painter Frida Kahlo created striking, often shocking, images that reflected her turbulent life. Her pictures, mostly self-portraits and still lifes, were deliberately naive, filled with the bright colors and flattened forms of the Mexican folk art she loved.
She created this painting in 1954, after living most of her adult life in and out of hospitals, suffering from chronic pain, infertility, and amputation. The words "Long Live Life" appear in the watermelon slice. She died 8 days later.
To make up for my absence: an overload of pictures to feast your eyes on..
the "lost" sweater that was just at the top of my closet for a few months.. back when bleach was my bestfriend. Really want to bake one of these soon, mmm. My Blair Waldorf halloween costume. LOVE them. Only reason I ever watched the Rachel Zoe Project. Betsey Johnson watch which turned out to be the gold watch I had been longing for. It's a recession right? Lady Gaga + Cindy Lauper for MAC Being bored sometimes causes me to sew stuff. I have a collection of odd mugs.. they make me happy. thinking the anchor/ship would make a nice half sleeve I want to try and emulate this swan bag and create my own.. The only reason I sometimes watch the city is because of her.
Growing up I never looked up to any one, but if I did it would have to be Barbie. Flawless.
Sometimes I feel so trapped inside my own head I can't breath. Don't for a minute think I don't try and convey my thoughts, I do so much, so in vain and I get ignored/made to feel un-relevant and foolish. The idea is what I fall in love with. The idea is what never measures up in reality. I fell asleep by accident and had a dream that must have spanned for over 2 hours. A distant memory from the past - a never been, never was, never will be moment. I woke up not knowing what was real and what wasn't.