Still in the mood for Art
On Saturday I rewatched Frida, starring Salma Hayek, on DVD. It's really a good movie. It's beautiful, the picture suits Frida's style and Salma is truly amazing. She created a strong Frida (stronger than she was in RL) and yet so touching when it came to the matter of heart. It's crazy how brave she could be and how much she loved her Diego.
Here's one of my favourite paintings by Frida Kahlo:
Because of this painting and because of others of her "monkeys paintings", I feel a connection to Frida.
I love this one because of the green colour which is my favourite colour, because of the thorns necklace that evokes torture and also looks like a cage for Frida (not for the humming bird !) who has been in so many surgical corsets during her life. That necklace is a brilliant idea. The humming bird could actualy be the key. Pain and bounds are always there in her paintings.
And of course I love the monkey and the black cat. The cat seems so alive ! Look at his eyes and his ears!
Here's another one that is more famous I believe:
And last but not least:
This last painting moves me a lot because it reminds me of a spider monkey I met in Mexico 6 years ago. It's a memory I cherish. It occured in Villahermosa, precisely in an archaelogical Park called La Venta where Olmeca Big Heads are shown among various animals going freely around. And suddenly near a Stone Head there was that little spider-monkey that seemed so sad and so lonely that I went towards him and as I got closer he didn't run away.
I crouched down, holding out my hand and asked him to give me his hand. He looked hesitant, so I asked again. And he did it ! He put his hand in mine. My friend tried to take a picture and my little monkey shied away. He withdrew his hand but I reassured him and asked him again : give me your hand.
And he did it again.
I can't tell you how moving it was. I had unshed tears in my eyes and now as I recall the scene there's something moving in my chest still. A humming bird maybe. It was really a special moment.
There was a hand in mine, and it was not a human hand.
Here's one of my favourite paintings by Frida Kahlo:
Because of this painting and because of others of her "monkeys paintings", I feel a connection to Frida.
I love this one because of the green colour which is my favourite colour, because of the thorns necklace that evokes torture and also looks like a cage for Frida (not for the humming bird !) who has been in so many surgical corsets during her life. That necklace is a brilliant idea. The humming bird could actualy be the key. Pain and bounds are always there in her paintings.
And of course I love the monkey and the black cat. The cat seems so alive ! Look at his eyes and his ears!
Here's another one that is more famous I believe:
And last but not least:
This last painting moves me a lot because it reminds me of a spider monkey I met in Mexico 6 years ago. It's a memory I cherish. It occured in Villahermosa, precisely in an archaelogical Park called La Venta where Olmeca Big Heads are shown among various animals going freely around. And suddenly near a Stone Head there was that little spider-monkey that seemed so sad and so lonely that I went towards him and as I got closer he didn't run away.
I crouched down, holding out my hand and asked him to give me his hand. He looked hesitant, so I asked again. And he did it ! He put his hand in mine. My friend tried to take a picture and my little monkey shied away. He withdrew his hand but I reassured him and asked him again : give me your hand.
And he did it again.
I can't tell you how moving it was. I had unshed tears in my eyes and now as I recall the scene there's something moving in my chest still. A humming bird maybe. It was really a special moment.
There was a hand in mine, and it was not a human hand.