I am my own muse

Frida Kahlo

Artist – Feminist – Communist – Disabled!

Frida Kahlo

So why am I talking to you about Mexican artist First Kahlo? Yes you know, the one who paints self portraits with thorns around her neck and spine made of metal. The one with the unibrow and moustache? I’d say one of the most famous female artists who pushed the boundaries. Well I studied Art and I thought I knew enough about her until I recently went to see an amazing exhibition at The V&A gallery in London called Frida Kahlo: Making Her Self. It was an exhibition of her personal artifacts and clothing rather then her paintings and I walked out feeling very inspired.

She lived a lifetime of pain both mentally and physically. It is believed her disability stemmed from being born with spina bifida, a congenital condition that could have affected both spinal and leg development. She also developed childhood Polio at age six leaving her with a “peg leg” which she had to have amputated in 1953, a year before her death. At eighteen, a bus accident left her with serious injuries, lifelong pain and medical issues. It was a miracle she survived. I knew from my art books that she had been in a terrible accident when she was a teenager but I never realised about her childhood illnesses and the extent of her disabilities. She seem determined to overcome these challenges and now, so am I! Frida Kahlo is my muse, I am my muse!

We all know how difficult it is to stay positive, to see a bright future. All I could see in my future was being in a wheelchair and on my own and the depression followed. How did she cope? Maybe her paintings helped her release that pain. I still have those negative thinking days, don’t get me wrong, but I try to see my disabilities as an opportunity to help others and to raise awareness. I’m not saying she’s my hero because she’s in so much pain like me I don’t actually know what it is, her love for her country, her strong political beliefs, her courage or the way she expresses the suffering in her art.

Frida died in 1954 and in 2004 it was discovered that her husband Diego Rivera had two rooms in their home filled with her personal possessions, documents, photos, her diaries, drawings, books, nail varnish, lipstick, outfits, hospital gowns, painkiller boxes, orthopedic corsets, you name it. He wanted to preserve their love. Thanks to this love, we were able to see this hidden side to her at this amazing exhibition. So why the inspiration? Well apart from the fact she was lucky to be alive after the horrific bus accident, she had to learn to deal with her disabilities from a young age. She hid her limp leg layering up with thick socks and boots. It’s obvious now all the beautiful traditional Mexican clothing and jewellery she wore was actually to hide her broken body. I think it’s interesting how she would dress to hide her scars and disabilities and yet in her paintings she showed everything. She showed all her pain and in quite a graphic way. When she had her leg amputated she decorated her orthotic foot which I saw at the V&A exhibition and it was amazing. A red boot decorated by Frida with Chinese embroidery thread and little birds. The exhibition also shows the corsets she decorated which covered her broken spine, you can see in the photo below how she painted the corset.

Frida Kahlo’s orthopaedic boot. 

She did a lot of the painting whilst in bed. Her bed I’ve been fixed with a large mirror above her so she could see what she was painting evil on a canvas or on corsets. Being bedridden for so long after her accident and her childhood illnesses she kept busy drawing and painting this way. I guess when you see nothing around you but your room and reflection of your broken body what else can you paint?

Frida Kahlo painting her corsets

She’s also good example of what we are all now trying to teach others, that ‘Not all disabilities are visible’ and that looks are deceiving. She looks healthy, she looks fine, isn’t that what they say about us? ‘You don’t look ill’ or ‘You don’t look disabled’. I read she hid her injuries with this type of clothing when she met Diego but then why did she hide herself after? Why did she paint herself so graphically? I wish I could find her strength. I don’t even have the mental strength to share my pain by writing this blog. It’s not even due to the physical pain or mental strain but it’s the chronic fatigue, the brain fog just drains my creativity as well as my energy. I wish I could draw or paint what I’m feeling inside. I’m an artist but I draw portraits so not things for imagination. Maybe that should be my goal for this year? See Frida Kahlo is my muse. She’s making me want to try new things. I want to come out of my comfort zone and let go. If Jackson Pollock can express himself splashing paint on an enormous canvas why should I be afraid if what I draw can’t be understood in the way I intend? Who cares? Art is all about being free expressing yourself, what you feel inside.

So what do I show on the outside compared to how I feel on the inside? Several people have said they admire me for just getting on with life. Working like I always have done. Not using my disabilities as an excuse to get out of doing a job because I don’t want to do it. I apparently look well, it’s not what I see when I look in the mirror, it’s definitely not what I feel inside. I’m being strong but I’m not as strong as I look, I’ve just done a good job of pushing those feeling so deep down into the darkness. I’ve convinced myself that my goal is to help others. Why? Because it makes me feel good? It makes me feel like there is a point to all this crap that’s been thrown at me? I do feel good helping others but I can’t use it as a distraction to forget what’s happening to me. I am mentally stronger then I have ever been but I’m still always thinking at the back of my mind ‘What is going to be fired at me next?’

The Broken Column, 1944 by Frida Kahlo

So who inspires you?

About the exhibition

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