Frida

Went out today, Senayan City. The only place my sister and i would go is the one and only Kinokuniya. Books. The smell of books is nice, i don't read as often as her, because i can't choose which one should i read and want to  avoid the ones when there's no happy ending because i could go all emotional for weeks or even months and people won't understand how i feel. Seeing books remind me to prepare the one, big room, full of books, like the one in Beauty and the Beast. That's what i would like to have in my future home. My own library and probably gonna give a little space in the corner of that room for a painting section or something, and an old fashion speaker on the top of the shelf, playing some blues or new york jazz.  Amen. Anyway, in Kino, the only thing that amuse me is the art section. These books tells about the process and the background of the artist. I admire it. How many time they fail, and how many time they try to find their own art style from their soul, from their heart. It's amazing. One of my inspiration is Frida.

yes, i am that girl who loves art.

Born on July 6, 1907. This mexican lady suffer polio when she was six, also got into a bus accident where she injured her pelvis, broken foot and dislocated shoulder. Her father incourage her to swim, play soccer and even wrestilng to help aid in her recovery, but that was the time she got deeply focus into painting instead. Her eyebrows symbolize herself. The reason why she paint her own self-potrait is because she's often alone and she's the person whom she knows best. I find that very confident. She married to a mexican painter, Diego Rivera, but at the end, they separate because unfortunately he was caught of infidelity, an affair with Frida's younger sister. She was broken hearted, a few years later, she got bedridden in the hospital from nine months because she was diagnosed with gangrene on her right foot but she suffered from it. The time where she's in the process of recovering is used for her to paint, and she never stops. The next four years, she got hospitaliced for being deeply depressed and poor health. Died on July 13th, 1954. What a damn ass interesting story of the background of this painter.