1939
Well, I am not sure in which direction my life is heading anymore. For career, it looks fine, better than ever actually. Love, not so much. I have been dating Nickolas Muray, a photographer. We have split now though, he had an affair. I have been through that before. I travelled to Paris with the Bretons, where they exhibited my work as promised. The first piece above is a painting I made in 1938, once again, another self portrait. And a very colorful one at that. It is called "The Frame" because of the bright frame decorated with flowers and birds. It was in the show. I painted too many pieces in 1938 to post every one here. The second painting I made this year, called "The Two Fridas". It is showing both sides of me. On the right, when I was loved. I am holding a locket with Diego's picture inside and wearing traditional Mexican clothing. On the left, broken hearted and alone, in European clothing. Blood is dripping onto my white skirt. The next shows my bisexuality. I never kept it a secret, not even from Diego. I had many lesbian friends. These are two naked women being watched by a monkey, symbol of sin. These women appear in "What the Water Gave Me" as well. I came home to Mexico from the exhibition in April, after being in New York again in March. My health isn't doing very well either, I am in much pain and have taken to drinking. In Paris I had a kidney infection, which grew worse. Now I have an infection on my hand and my spine hurts terribly. At this point, I am in bed, questioning what my life is coming to. November 6, I divorced Diego. Officially. I will continue my painting, but in this time of recovery, I may be off of my blog for a while. Don't be surprised if you don't hear from me for a while. I don't have much hope for a turn around as drastic as I have experienced before, but I still wish it will be so. Until then, enjoy my work, and I will hopefully have more to show soon. Signing off, Frida.












