Frida in Flow

“At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can,” she remarked one day, after much water had passed under the bridge of her life.

As it turns out, life is a twisting and winding adventure, if we allow it to be.

Having been crushed early, broken even, and written off by all but a few, she might have collapsed into herself, become small, been washed away, unremembered, by time.

Instead, she learned early that love, and success, and approval weren’t things to expect from the world but rather were masterpieces of life and breath to be crafted, carefully… like the most magnificent of mosaics assembled, piece by piece, from the shattered remains of things that were once beautiful in entirely different ways.

Frida Kahlo was a force of nature, taking up the very things that others cast aside or snickered at and putting them on a pedestal where they could not be ignored, evoking the kind of visceral response that eventually compels admiration, worship even.

Her broken back, fulsome brow, lascivious Diego, lesbian lovers, the bold colors of her heritage — all creating fertile ground for art that would outlast and outlive her.

But even that wasn’t satisfaction enough. In re-claiming authorship of her own story, she left a mark far more indelible on the world — one of urgent love and…