I could hear footsteps, voices, laughter and tears. I could feel Frida's pain and the pain of others who loved her dearly.
The clothing exhibition was incredible. That woman had STYLE! Fridas'cloths were displayed in a dark room - hung in glass cubes which made photographing impossible - however I will never forget the thrill of it all, the thoughts of she with Diego, friends and family; singing, dancing, moving with apparent ease when she was bound and tied and strangled in these terrible, horrid cages, made of every type of material you could imagine, from cloth, to plaster to metal. How she moved at all, is beyond me.
She gave new meaning to the word 'strength' for me. I did pay a small tax so I could take photographs inside the house (such a beautiful home - not a house). I will share some of them with you.
|The painting of her beloved father.|
|Most of her pain in one painting I think. Certainly the pain of not being able to bear a child.|
|This has always been my very favorite painting Frida did. It has presence, it has grace. it has so much soul. The colours so deep and rich. The brush strokes so fine. To my surprise it was only 8" X 10"|
|A painting in which she included Stalin as the main figure.|
|Painted in 1936 by Roberto Montenegro (1887-1968) Earrings to adore.|
|The only piece of her clothing which was not under glass. Can't you just see her in it.|
|Many of the kitchen cooking implements, pots, serving bowls, etc.|
|Fridas' studio took my break away. She was everywhere.|
|I felt tears trickling down my cheeks as I looked at this sacred space, this space where she created, latterly in her wheelchair in front of the easel. The light in this room is perfect for an artist.|
|Two of the bedrooms. One in which she dies where her ashes are kept in a precolumbian urn on the dressing table.|
|Back out into the gardens. A beautiful huge piece of property where the family could not possibly feel confined.|
|A very small part of her precolumbian sculpture collection. Incredible.|
|A collection of oddments and childhood toys|
|Obviously Diego, however it was placed high on the wall and I could read the description. I don't know if it is Fridas' work or not. He looks so very forlorn. Perhaps it was after her death.|
So that was a 'tiny peek' into out day at The Blue House. I shall never forget it. It will be carried in my heart forever. An experience which shall always be a part of me.
Thanks for dropping in. Take care and have some fun along the way.
Signing off from Mexico city, glass of wine in hand, wishing you were here.
“July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.”
- Diego Rivera
- Diego Rivera