At our plateau, the wind picked up and pushed the setting clouds. They stretched like tentacles above our heads.
When a traveling exhibition of Frida Kahlo’s paintings, drawings, and costumes came to Phoenix, it was a no brainer to visit. Do you find wherever you live, you are caught up in the day-day-to-day routine of life? But then someone comes to visit, and you seek out like a tourist entertaining things to do? My Mom came to visit. We both love art and museums. The Phoenix Art Museum has world-class visual arts and impressive traveling exhibits. We had a great morning wandering around the galleries and absorbing the colors and passionate life of Frida Kahlo. I never would have gone to the museum if she hadn’t come to see me.
This particular self-portrait was painted in 1943. I read that she was teaching at that point in Mexico City but her health worsened and she was forced to teach in her home. Her class trickled down to four. The loyal students sat by her bed. It has been suggested that the “Los Fridos” monkeys represent her four students. I like her eyes.
Still in and out of the hospital. Two steps forward, one step back. My 1 Shot Wednesdays are all I can do at the moment. Stupid Polycystic Liver Disease.
When I think of spring blossoms, they are glowing in the sunshine. A couple of years ago, the moon was full, and we happened to be in a parking lot where the lights lit up the cherry blossoms. The black and white contrast appealed to me. Even in non-descript places like a parking lot, there is beauty to behold.