The Mother Goddess in each one of us

(The Surreal Headdresses)

mixed media on canvas 70×70

When I started this painting I didn’t know what I was going towards. It was still a time when I often got sick and tried every type of drug without ever being able to feel good. One day I read about a Chilean plant and started treating myself with that. In the meantime I went back to the woods, I collected, together with my daughter, leaves and flowers still completely unknown to me, and so we started our herbarium or catalog. In my notebook I write from the origins of each plant up to its use in Chinese medicine, while my daughter makes them dry and then writes the common name so as to return to the woods and recognize the plants.

In the following days I felt in complete harmony with life and nature. I was much more sure of myself, I had confidence in what I was doing and the hesitations were completely gone.

  Those walks had a regenerating effect and days later I dreamed of two words: Healing and Healthy. I must specify my English is not bad but not perfect either. I knew more or less the meaning of these words but then trying to “fix” them, healing is for healing and healthy is for health. By now it was decided and I could no longer hesitate, the way was right, my treatments were working, I had to continue until my intuition would have told me: “okay for now, now you can stop”.

At that moment I was in a state of bliss but I still had to get rid of my “time wasters” or as I also called them, “the outburst that will make me sick”, yes because the excuse that the cigarette calmed me was nonsense nonsense, every Once I was maddened for some reason, I went outside and lit a cigarette. However, I was very aware that while I was aspirating I was projecting into the cigarette itself so what I was doing to my body was a double evil. I inhaled anger and not calm.
In addition to that, I had already changed some foods by replacing them with products from my area. Finally, I went back to yoga. Obviously if you don’t like yoga you can always do any other activity, judo for example is fantastic and gives us security.

Slowly (and it took me though) I acquired the behavior and the practice. The respectful attitude towards nature and above all towards myself. This transformation came about through walks in the woods and my desire to heal because I couldn’t take it anymore. In the meantime, my canvas did not end, I was ill, the painting never finished.

I once planted a sunflower seed in a small pot. I was still in Brazil. My mother said to me: “well … I don’t know if it will grow in this jar”. I knew nothing about plants, I was young, I was twenty-two years old and I said to my mother: “you will see that it is born, and when the flower opens, something will happen”. Well, the seed has sprouted, grown and grown tall. On the day the flower opened, something happened, not beautiful but it happened … a person dear to me died, a person I loved very much and who taught me many things, he was like a teacher, in addition to being in the real life.
This, despite the bad event, serves to make us understand that nature is speaking to us! Obviously I have never planted a sunflower again in my life but the truth is that you have to listen to it without doubting. If you doubt her, you doubt yourself.

The wisdom of Mother Earth is before our eyes and our disposition. When women made use of plants or herbs for healing, they were killed with the witch protocol and men stole every discovery, recipes, uses and all scriptures that women had made. By taking possession of this information, they have become the holders of that power that today are the great companies that make use of it, logically transformed and monopolized. Why should I buy an aloe vera based product for example, if I can find the plant and use it? Of course it takes knowledge and we must recover it!

This blessing makes me feel one with nature, with the earth, with the rain. I lost the fear of meeting animals in the woods and consequently also my daughter who cried desperately as soon as she saw a skinny and hungry spider in the floor of the house. Now he takes tadpoles with his tiny fingers, runs after the lizards and no longer screams for spiders. I managed to finish the canvas and learned to listen to the messages that nature wants to pass on to me.

Frida and the faculty of the chameleon

(The Surreal Headdresses)

For the collection of surreal headdresses I put a chameleon on Frida’s head because she had the same faculty as this animal. That is, just as he changes color based on temperature, in front of a threat or to communicate, Frida did it in the same way. Through the colors he communicated his feelings, his pains, his tragedies. I don’t know how many people they would be able to endure so much, between operations, busts, medicines and months in bed without ever giving up. So Frida told us everything with her colors as only a chameleon can do it.

 Born of a Mexican mother and a Hungarian father who loves literature, music and later a painter and photographer. We know that she was a nice, intelligent, active and very, but very religious woman, almost fanatically. Frida was born with spina bifida and as if it were not enough, at 6 she fell ill with polio deforming her foot and right leg. At school her classmates called her “pata de palo” or “wooden leg”, so she wore long Mexican skirts.

Frida was studying to become a doctor, at some point in her life, at the age of 25, she suffered a traffic accident while traveling on a bus, suffering from a fractured pelvis with perforation, which forced her to rest on the bed for a long time. Wear the torso for 9 months and plaster on the right foot. The actual diagnosis comes out after 1 year: fracture of the third and fourth lumbar vertebrae, three fractures of the pelvis, eleven fractures in the right foot, dislocation of the left elbow, deep wound in the abdomen, produced by an iron bar entered from the right hip and exit from sex, tearing the left lip. Acute peritonitis. He undergoes 32 surgeries.

Time spent in bed stimulates her to read about communism often and to paint. Until then, Frida had never thought of becoming an artist. The first thing he paints is his foot that he can glimpse under the sheets. To encourage her, her parents give her a four-poster bed with a mirror on the ceiling so that she can see herself to paint herself.

After a year and a few months, with her great courage and strong character, Frida who had changed her real name Frieda (which means peace) to Frida to contest Nazi politics, returns to walk despite the severe pain, bringing with her the scars.

A year later he joins a group of artists and intellectuals. Frida’s painting has its special, unique and profound language. The theme of the self-portrait is often recurring because of health, Frida paints the pain, paints herself because she spent a lot of time in solitude, but then paints the pre-Columbian, Mexican culture, popular faith, Christian saints, flora and fauna with often present monkeys and parrots. Through the group of students, Frida meets young people linked to Cuban communism by Julio Antonio Mella, exiled to Mexico, lover of Tina Modotti, photographer. Although Frida already knew Diego Rivera, it was Tina who had them found a second time. We all know of Frida’s relationship and marriage with Diego, the large man who often called him “elephant”, had already been married twice and despite knowing of his infidelity, he married him with a difference of almost 20 years. Diego was already known in the artistic world, Frida becomes an activist of the communist movement, then they move to America for Diego’s work. Frida becomes pregnant 3 times and 3 times she is forced to have an abortion due to the insufficiency of her body. So they decide to return to live in Mexico and separate. They live in different houses but connected by a bridge, so that each one can have his own artistic space. (Just as Marina Abramovic says: never fall in love with an artist if you are an artist “).

In 1939 they divorced. The reason? He cheats on her with his sister, but Frida was a strong woman who never gave up and wrongly repaid with the same coin or worse. Do you remember Tina? The photographer? Here, Frida has had many stories with both men and women, among them, Tina was one but also famous people such as Andrè Breton and the revolutionary Lev Trotsky.

In the 1940s Frida is famous and her works are in demand in almost all of Mexico’s collective exhibitions. In 1950 he underwent other operations and because of the pain he can no longer paint without chasing drugs. If once his paintings were painted well, not with lightness but with patience, now the brush strokes are softer and more imprecise. At her first exhibition in 1953, Frida participates lying down. It was Diego who brought his four-poster bed to the exhibition where Frida participates drinking and singing with the general public.

In August of the same year, the doctors decided to amputate her right leg to the knee. Frida died in 1954 in her Casa Azul in Coyoacàn, from pneumonia. Frida and Diego’s house has remained as such and today is its museum where thousands of people visit every year. It is a beautiful, colorful house, with a garden that still blooms with cactuses, its canopy bed, Diego’s study with his sculptures, Frida’s work tools such as brushes and colors, as well as his easel. A large, colorful and lively house just like her. Odara.