Women and bees. (In memory of African people)

(The Surreal Headdresses)

woman with beehive on her head
mixed media on canvas

The new moon was about to arrive and I had to start a new project for the series “The Surreal Headdresses”. I already had in mind what I wanted to do but coincidence or not, after a few days, I read the news that talks about the return of the blue bees, or the carpenter bees, so they are called in America, and although I did not even know of their existence, in my I designed the bees to be there because I would put the hive in the head of the woman. That day was precisely May 20th, World Bee Day, and then I understand that I am in time with nature, that I have received another message and that I am in perfect harmony! How beautiful my project was in balance with the cosmos!

Unfortunately something terrible and unacceptable has happened. The episode of George Floyd, killed by those policemen in an absurd and cowardly way. My harmony and balance have been disturbed and turned upside down as if the hive had been thrown to the ground without reason by someone who enjoyed doing it. I was unable to watch TV and yet it is not the first time that such a thing has happened.

I looked at my canvas, I thought not to put the hive anymore or that it would be appropriate to modify it. My painting had nothing to do with that episode but I felt that something had to be changed, I didn’t know well but in the end I decided to leave it as per the initial project.

So like a dull scream, a silent cry, it was as if my painting was turning to violence out of racism but that no one hears it; violence also against women whom no one punishes; the extinction of bees that no one is responsible for but still, to a moral disorder, to the chaos of justice, to the lack of peace and cosmic conscience, to the lack of respect for ethnic groups, for the African Continent where it all began! A face that does not speak but tries to look ahead in this society that lacks culture and abounds with amoral, superficial and consumerist instructions and appearances without any type of content.

Seen and considered that we are globalized (to be honest for many years, if I think about the discovery of America and trade, even earlier in the east, China as the richest country, where the rice and spices that were used to abound were abundant preserve food) because then we do not globalize cultures, religions, customs. We want to globalize only for economic purposes and, after all, nobody cares.

Fortunately, the African slaves who went to Brazil inserted their culture, their cuisine and their religion, which has always been accepted and many are proud to have African blood, to have black skin. The true Brazilian would be the Indian, all the others are mixed but still, despite its five hundred twenty-two years of different ethnicities among Portuguese, African, Dutch, German, Japanese, Italian, etc., racism and discrimination still go on today streets day and night, victimizing women, children and men, blacks / blacks / pretos / mulatos are part of the poorest population.

The blue bees are like people of African origin, if they really disappeared from the Earth as well as the common bees are disappearing, we will remain not only without honey and without food, without coffee, without a lot of herbs and fruit plants that are part of an extremely important ecosystem for everyone, but we will also remain without the history of the oldest people in the world, the cradle of civilization that cannot be interrupted. This also applies to the Indians of Brazil who are currently dying from the epidemic. What about Africa? We know very little. It is not so important …

I just want to know what clicks into a person’s head to hate a black-skinned human being so much, what kind of process and how it develops in the human mind to make him hate the other for his physical appearance and never for the his soul and his heart. Ah, yes, how stupid I am! Of course, such a hideous being cannot understand what the soul is, let alone feelings …

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.

Women slaughtered and murdered as if they were elephants


I associated the elephant with the wild woman intuitively, then I searched for its meaning and concluded that it could be more than suitable. The large body of the elephant, rounded like that of women once more appreciated than now, means the Cosmos, water and mud, cycles of the moon linked to the cycles of rain. The elephant has the power to call rain, fertility and wealth. It is an animal that like the zebra lives in a group (important aspect) and as a group follows the wisdom of the oldest, the old, the one who knows, exactly like our ancestors. She is respected because she is the one who passes on the teachings to her daughter, she is the wisest of the tribe, she knows and knows the shaman rituals, the birth practices, the natural medicines, the cult of the earth. And all in his long memory, like an elephant. Strong and attached to the earth, these grandiose animals face situations at the moment, they do not leave time and if something is wrong, the old woman will resolve the issue. The man, and he himself, cutting the fangs of these animals, the largest still living terrestrials, the first ancestor lived about 65 million years ago in Egypt, the woman is too, kills and injures not only the oldest but all of the pack, and it does not matter whether female or male, mutilating and dismembering for pure vanity and ego. The tribal chief hears it, the older one hears it because they are similar to us and have a mysterious communication therefore the old woman perceives and suffers us, as the mother feels, senses and dreams if the daughter or the son is in danger. The elephants communicate through frequency waves below 20 Hz, they manage to produce over 25 types of sounds including 15 infrasounds, spreading up to a radius of 50 km. These vibrations travel in the air and on the ground. Their communication serves to orient themselves, to move even in the event of an earthquake, to escape from dangers by sending a remote signal, to find water and more. Women too should issue signals to other women in order to create a current of strength and protection. Odara.