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| Illustration: Bruna Massadas (2012). After Frida Kahlo's painting Diego y Yo (1949). |
Frida,
You and I, the dead and the living, meet there--in pain--in painting.
Your textured brushstrokes are scars on your surface. You worked your skin over and over again so it can get tougher. You worked painting over and over again as if you could not work life. Only in painting could your desires live harmoniously together.
Diego reduced himself to an animal. Why did you forgive like a motherly figure living in sacrifice--as if men are creatures without a head? You painted a thinner, more handsome, loving Diego. And I believed you.
...I should have known. You were a surrealist painter.
Love,
Bruna
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