#Frida Kahlo: Her Life Her Work Her Home

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Frida Kahlo: Her Life, Her Work, Her Home GN -  Francisco De La Mora

Frida Kahlo, remembered as one of the most inspiring personalities of the 20th century, was a woman of two intertwined parts: she was both a charismatic and empowered artist exploring themes of resistance, authenticity, cruelty, and suffering, and a more private person whose wounded body caused her a lifetime of pain that underpinned the many successes and disappointments that marked her time in the world. Revealing and exploring these two Fridas, Francisco de la Mora's graphic biography-completed with the endorsement and support of the Frida Kahlo Museum in Mexico City-allows the reader to see just how far ahead of her time this complex artist was in her understanding of gender inequality and the culture of machismo, topics that remain relevant to this day and continue to lend resonance to Kahlo's painting.

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[amirasainz]

Hey could you maybe write sister leclerc in Mexico and Alex taking her to her favorite places

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

One day in Mexico

The sun was warm as it kissed the cobblestone streets of Mexico City, and Alexandra took a deep breath, soaking in the vibrant energy that surrounded her. She glanced over at Yn, who was looking around with wide eyes, her face full of excitement and curiosity. Alexandra couldn’t help but smile—she’d been waiting for this moment ever since she and Charles had invited Yn to join them for the Mexico GP.

"Ready, Yn?" Alexandra asked, nudging her lightly.

"Yes!" Yn's voice bubbled with excitement, her eyes glimmering. "Where are we going first?"

"First stop: the markets," Alexandra said, winking. "I want to show you the real Mexico City."

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As they walked through the buzzing local market, Alexandra took the lead, navigating the stalls packed with colorful textiles, handmade jewelry, and fresh produce. Yn gasped, stopping to look at a stall filled with woven blankets in bright reds, blues, and yellows.

"This is amazing, Alex! It’s so vibrant here," Yn said, eyes wide as she took in the colors and scents surrounding her.

Alexandra chuckled, noticing how Yn was captivated by everything she saw. "I told you! The markets here are just incredible. And trust me, it’s even better when you try the food." She leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Want to try some authentic street tacos?"

Yn grinned. "Lead the way!"

They made their way to a small taco stand, where the delicious aroma of fresh tortillas filled the air. Alexandra ordered two tacos each, explaining the toppings and sauces to Yn, who eagerly took her first bite.

"Oh my God, Alex," Yn said, her eyes widening with delight as she savored the flavors. "This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted!"

Alexandra laughed. "Welcome to Mexico, where the food is life-changing." As Yn continued eating, Alexandra snapped a candid photo of her, capturing her joy. Yn didn’t notice, too absorbed in her taco.

After they finished their food, Alexandra took Yn to a jewelry stall. Yn was drawn to a delicate silver bracelet with tiny turquoise stones embedded in it.

"Try it on," Alexandra encouraged, reaching out to help Yn clasp it around her wrist.

Yn looked down, admiring it with a shy smile. "It’s so beautiful. I think Charles would love to see this."

"Oh, don’t worry," Alexandra said, smirking as she snapped another photo of Yn admiring the bracelet. "I’m making sure he gets all the highlights from today."

Yn blushed, laughing. "Are you secretly photographing me, Alex?"

"Maybe." Alexandra winked. "Can’t help it—you look too cute."

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Their next stop was the Frida Kahlo Museum. As they stepped inside, Yn’s eyes sparkled with wonder. She walked slowly, taking in the vibrant colors and personal artifacts that filled Frida’s old home. Alexandra watched her closely, pleased to see Yn so enchanted.

“Frida was such an icon,” Alexandra whispered as they stood before one of her famous self-portraits. “She lived fiercely, even when things got tough.”

Yn nodded, looking thoughtful. “I think I get it now. She put so much of herself into her work… It’s like she was sharing her soul.”

Alexandra put a hand on Yn's shoulder, smiling softly. “Exactly. Just like you—you have that same spirit, Yn.”

Yn blushed, her cheeks a soft pink. “Thanks, Alex. That really means a lot.”

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Later that afternoon, they wandered over to a small plaza filled with mariachi music and laughter. Yn was taking it all in, her face lit up with delight as she watched couples dancing and vendors selling colorful souvenirs. Alexandra was trying to snap another picture of her when a young man approached them, clearly intrigued by Yn.

“Hola, señorita,” he said smoothly, giving Yn a charming smile. “You look as beautiful as a sunset in the Mexican sky. Are you visiting?”

Yn’s face turned an even deeper shade of pink, and she stammered, “Uh, yes… Just for a few days.”

Alexandra stepped back, hiding a grin as she watched Yn struggle to respond to the young man’s flirtation. She crossed her arms, staying close but allowing Yn to have the moment.

“You must let me show you around then,” the young man continued, his smile never wavering. “There’s so much to see, and someone like you deserves the best tour.”

Yn bit her lip, looking flustered but flattered. “Oh, thank you. That’s… very kind of you.”

Alexandra finally stepped forward, placing a gentle but protective hand on Yn’s shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt,” she said, giving the young man a polite smile, “but we’ve got a busy day ahead of us. Maybe some other time?”

The young man nodded, looking slightly disappointed but respectful. “Of course. Enjoy your visit, señorita.”

Yn turned to Alexandra as soon as he walked away, her face still red. “Alex! I had no idea what to say! I’ve never been flirted with like that.”

Alexandra burst out laughing, pulling Yn into a quick hug. “You handled it well! But don’t worry—I had your back the whole time.” She pulled out her phone, flashing Yn a series of photos. “Look at you, totally flustered and adorable!”

Yn gasped. “You took pictures of that?!”

“Of course!” Alexandra grinned. “I have to send these to Charles. He’ll love them.”

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As the day wound down, they found a quiet café and sat down to enjoy some churros and hot chocolate. Yn sighed, looking out over the city with a contented smile.

“Today was incredible, Alex. Thank you so much,” she said, reaching over to squeeze Alexandra’s hand. “I feel like I got to see the real Mexico.”

“Anything for you, Yn,” Alexandra replied softly, squeezing her hand back. “We're sisters now, and I’ll always look out for you.” She took one last photo of Yn, who was smiling as the warm sunset cast a golden glow on her face.

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That evening, back at the hotel, Alexandra and Yn found Charles in the lobby, waiting for them with an eager smile. He stood up, pulling Yn into a hug.

“Did you have a good day with Alex?” he asked, his eyes soft with affection.

“The best day,” Yn replied, smiling up at him.

Alexandra beamed, pulling out her phone. “You have no idea, Charles. I took so many photos of your sister today—look.” She handed him the phone, scrolling through the images of Yn laughing, eating, admiring the bracelet, and even looking flustered after the guy flirted with her.

Charles looked up, an amused smile playing on his lips. “You really captured everything.”

“Oh, yes,” Alexandra said proudly, leaning her head on Yn’s shoulder. “Yn’s my baby now too.”

Yn laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re embarrassing me!”

Charles chuckled but paused when he saw the picture of the guy talking to Yn. “Wait…who’s that?”

Yn and Alexandra exchanged a glance, both trying to stifle their laughter.

“Oh, that’s just a guy who flirted with Yn,” Alexandra said casually, unable to hide her amusement.

Charles’s eyes widened, his face shifting into a look of pure, older-brother protectiveness. “What?! Someone flirted with you?!”

Yn giggled, nudging him playfully. “Relax, Charles! Alexandra was there the whole time.”

Alexandra smirked, giving him a reassuring pat on the arm. “I kept her safe, don’t worry.”

Charles shook his head, exasperated but laughing as he pulled them both into a hug. “You two are going to drive me crazy.”

Yn looked at Alexandra, both of them grinning, as Charles sighed dramatically.

“Totally worth it, though,” Alexandra whispered, giving Yn a wink.

[natvlad93]

This is a sim for #elliescc @mylittlesimcorner 31-day Simblreen CAS challenge, one of my favorite artists, Frida Kahlo. She was such a revolutionary woman, in art and just in life. She lived hers as much as she could despite some of the tragedies that happened to her, expressing her emotions -- the good and bad -- through her art. I fell in love with her and her work ever since I first saw her picture in my high school Spanish teacher's class. The woman with the mysterious yet proud look and a unibrow captured me and I had to know more. In learning more about The Day of the Dead, I was exposed to learning more about her as well as another favorite artist of mine, Salvador Dalí.

Day 19 theme:

🌺💀Skeleton🦴⚱️

The second picture is one I took when I created her in 2019, she had just interacted with the sugar skull altar when the collection was completed. I've always admired Frida and she was one of the first sims I created when I started playing TS4 🤭I even created a bedroom and art room inspired by her La Casa Azul, her beautiful home in Mexico City, Mexico. It's on the gallery in case anyone wants to see them 😊gallery ID: NVlad93

[swforester]

Recently I got the chance to check out a wonderful Frida Kahlo exhibit that was based on the photos she took during her life, taken from her family photo album. She had an extraordinary life, tragically cut short when she was only 47. She suffered all her life from a terrible injury she received in a trolly accident at age 18:

"Kahlo suffered many injuries: her pelvic bone had been fractured, her abdomen and uterus had been punctured by the rail, her spine was broken in three places, her right leg was broken in eleven places, her right foot was crushed and dislocated, her collarbone was broken, and her shoulder was dislocated.[164][167] She spent a month in hospital and two months recovering at home before being able to return to work.[165][166][168] As she continued to experience fatigue and back pain, her doctors ordered X-rays, which revealed that the accident had also displaced three vertebrae.[169] As treatment she had to wear a plaster corset which confined her to bed rest for the better part of three months.[169]"

(thank you Wikipedia)

And yet she became one of the greatest women's painters of the 20th century. Her work is haunting to say the least. Her husband, Diego Rivera was also important Mexican painter and it was because her of her association with him that she was able to have her first solo exhibit. From there she became famous in Mexico but also gained stature in America. Today, she is looked upon as a maverick of her times, a style icon and one of the greatest women painters of the century.

"She is now considered an artist of genius, resolutely modern, delightfully polemical, engaging and whose paintings remain exceptional, unique and disturbing." -Carre D'Artistes

There is a great documentary about her extraordinary life available on PBS. Highly recommended. It features some incredible archival footage and historic photographs of her life.

On an interesting historic footnote she had a brief affair with Leon Trotsky in 1937. Trotsky had left Russia to live in exile in Mexico and Diego had helped to arrange it. In 1940 Trotsky was assassinated in Mexico City by the NKVD, the precursor to the KGB.

Pics 1,2,3: Museum of Fine Arts, Spfld MA 9/7/24

Pics 4,5,6: from Wikipedia

Pics 7,8,9: Museum of Fine Arts, Spfld MA 9/7/24

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Photography had always been a part of Frida Kahlo's life since she was born. Her father Guillermo Kahlo was one of the great Mexican photographers at the beginning of the twentieth century.

When Kahlo died in 1954, her husband Diego Rivera asked the poet Carlos Pellicer to turn her family home, the fabled Blue House (La Casa Azul), into a museum. Pellicer selected some paintings, drawings, photographs, books, and ceramics, maintaining the space just as Kahlo and Rivera had arranged it to live and work in. The rest of the objects, clothing, documents, drawings, and letters, as well as over 6,000 photographs collected by Kahlo over the course of her life, were put away in bathrooms that had been converted into storerooms.

This incredible trove remained hidden for more than half a century, until just over a decade ago when these storerooms and wardrobes were opened. Among these finds, Kahlo's photograph collection was a major revelation, bearing testimony to the tastes and interests of the famous couple not only through the images themselves, but also through the telling annotations inscribed upon them. (Summarized from the publisher’s notes)

Today is Frida Kahlo’s birthday. She was born inCoyoacán in Mexico City on July 6, 1907, and died in Coyoacán on July 13, 1954.

Frida Kahlo : her photos Edition and page layout by Pablo Ortiz Monasterio. 1st ed. México, D.F. : Editorial RM, 2010. HOLLIS number: 990125850460203941

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Edit: Lol, a terf reblogged this. What a dummy.

Frida Kahlo was a feminist, environmentalist, and anti-capitalist communist aligned painter. Her paintings are as haunting as they are beautiful.

Now, why do I run into Frida Kahlo merch at least once a week now?

I saw Frida Kahlo Crocs. Crocs.

Guys, gals, and pals, I hate to break it to you... but Frida wouldn't have worn Crocs. They are... pretty much everything she hates? A large corporation selling plastic for your feet at the detriment of the environment.

She would literally have hated to see how many corporations use her visage as a means of profit gains. I'm not referring to things done in her honour for donations. I'm not referring to tours of her life and museums that feed communities. I'm talking about Frida Kahlo merch being at Walmart, Disney (half excluding from Cocoa and half not), Home Goods, Crocs, amazon, etc etc etc...

Also, the internet is amazing... you don't think that if you really really wanted to buy merch of her... you can't order one from her home country??? Support her people that she felt so bitterly towards corporations trying to take advantage of?

It never used to bother me since I rarely saw merch of her. Seemed like more often than not, it was in good spirits. Usually, it was in recognition of her. Now it's all junk made by child labourers...

Genuinely disappointing.

Also, fun fact, when Frida Kahlo visited the USA, she was extremely disappointed in how the "country of opportunity" worked.

[fuzzysparrow]

Which famous 20th-century painter lived in 'La Casa Azul' (The Blue House)?

The Frida Kahlo Museum, also known as 'La Casa Azul' (the Blue House) due to its cobalt-blue walls, is a historic house and art museum dedicated to the life and work of Mexican artist Frida Kahlo. It is located in Mexico City and was Kahlo's birthplace, home and death place. In 1957, her husband Diego Rivera donated the home and its contents in order to turn it into a museum.

Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderón (1907-1954) was a Mexican painter, usually known as Frida Kahlo. She is remembered for her surreal and very personal works. At 18, due to a traffic accident, she became disabled and had periods of severe pain for the rest of her life. After this accident, Kahlo took up painting and used the things that had happened to her as inspiration. Her paintings are often shocking in the way they show her pain and the harsh lives of women.

Kahlo's attention to female themes and the honesty in her paintings made her something of a feminist cult figure in the last decades of the 20th century. Some of her work is seen at the Frida Kahlo Museum, along with Mexican folk art, pre-Hispanic artefacts, photographs, memorabilia, and personal items.

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Introduction   Frida Kahlo in the Movie Frida Carrie Rickey, a modern art critic, once called Frida Kahlo “a transformer of pain” (Rickey, “A Phenoms Phenomenal Art In the Art Museums Frida Kahlo). Indeed, the life of the flamboyant Mexican Modernist artist Frida Kahlo, who died just at the age of 47, was an experience of magic transformation and tough life choices – from pain to art through love and determination. It is probably this transformational power that has drawn attention of modern filmmakers to the personality of Frida Kahlo and made them want to bring her sad yet exciting story to screen. The 2002 movie Frida, directed by Julie Taymor, focuses on this transformational aspect of Kahlo’s personality while it immerses the viewer into the world of Frida’s love, creativity, marriage, passion and hatred. With Salma Hayek as Frida Kahlo in Frida, we step into the life story of the now world famous painter Kahlo. Her life seems to be a sequence of tough choices and a total challenge. Once suffering from polio as a kid, Kahlo managed to recover from this crippling disease only to find herself severely injured in a car accident, which left her physically disabled for the rest of her life. As she starts painting, Kahlo makes herself get together all her willpower to opt for this active life position rather than, bedridden, merely wait for the death coming. She goes through two volcanic yet artistically inspiring marriages to the renowned Mexican artist Diego Rivera (Alfred Molina). The film shows how throughout all her life-changing choices, Frida Kahlo manages to be “never conventional about anything she does”, to be “always herself” though it is often not easy (“Frida Movie”). The opening sequence starts with the protagonist being carried in bedridden out of her home. It then switches to Kahlo’s years at high school and the calamitous accident the heroine suffers just at 18. Frida gets pierced by a metal pole when a streetcar and the bus that she is riding collide. The injuries that Frida receives leave her disabled for the rest of her life, so that she moves on crutches, in wheelchairs, or stays in her bed. While she is confined to her bed with the shattered back, Frida’s father brings her canvas to help her recuperate from the accident. From that time on, Frida paints. Taking up painting is probably one of her most dramatic life-changing choices. My opinion can be explained by the fact that Frida’s works, as it is vividly shown in the film, are always along her life events. Whatever the surrealist artists goes through, she continues to pain. In these paintings, it seems, she deconstructs her suffering and pain, both physical and emotional. Paintings help her live and who knows how long Frida might have lived but for her passion for painting and her constant self-expression through self-portraits. Why does Frida make this life choice and becomes a painter? In my view, she struggles to find her new identity. Bedstricken, crippled and physically disadvantaged, Frida strives to grow spiritually and express her inner self with a brush. It needs to be said that the decision to survive and struggle for her life with the help of a brush and a canvas does not come to the protagonist at once. Frida needs to first accept the idea that she is limited in her physical activity and then gather all her hope strength to do this little act of courage – start painting - which would eventually transform her entire life. At the same time, Kahlo may have taken up art also because she feel her calling is to be an artist and because she realizes this is what she was born to do. To my mind, this life choice is good, not just for Frida but for the generations after the painter. As for Frida she benefits from being immersed in the world of artistic beauty and finds ways to express herself, besides she is lucky to have an occupation that she loves. As for the benefit that her artistic work has brought to the future generations, it may be well realized just as one thinks how many people are inspired by her art and her ability to transform pain. Indeed, “Kahlo may not have wanted a comeback, but ever since feminist and Latina artists rediscovered her in the 1970s, her seductive face - enigmatic as the Mona Lisa, provocative as Manets Olympia - has beckoned from gallery walls, refrigerator magnets, mousepads, and even Jean Paul Gaultier couture” (Rickey, “Putting Frida on Film”) Another dramatic choice made by Frida, as shown in the movie, is her marriage to Diego Rivera, a famous Mexican mural artist. Later in her life Frida is portrayed saying that she has suffered two main accidents in her whole life: the first when she was run over by a streetcar and the second when she married Diego. Read the full article

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I nodded along in solidarity when Bekah Martinez’s video about “little piles” showed up on my feed recently. There she was, pointing out a random assortment of items on her piano—a lightbulb, a pacifier clip, a Shrinky Dink parrot—and I thought, “Yep, that’s my life too.” It’s no wonder this video has been viewed over 6.5 million times. Related: 5 ways to rock springcleaning—with your partner’s help The pile predicament Because I am the pile maker in my house. And also the pile noticer. And inevitably, the pile manager. They’re everywhere in my home—the kitchen counter, the stairs, the nightstand, that weird corner of the dining room table. Little mounds of randomness that somehow become permanent installations in our home’s decor. The pile on my dresser currently contains: a broken earring I keep meaning to fix, a “Frequent Crier Program Lifetime Member” sticker I bought a few weeks ago and can’t decide where to stick it, a birthday card I need to mail, and a beaded Frida Kahlo pendant I won’t wear but can’t part with. Decision fatigue is real The thing about these piles that Martinez nailed so perfectly is the crushing weight of the micro-decisions each item demands. That birthday card? To mail it, I need to find a stamp, which means going to my office, which reminds me I need to file those papers, which reminds me we need to update medical forms for summer camp, which spirals into deciding whether to switch pediatricians, and suddenly I’m researching doctor reviews instead of just mailing the dang card. And that’s just ONE item in ONE pile. “That’s where that lives now” The worst part might be my habit of mentally declaring, “Well, that’s where that lives now” when something sits in a spot long enough. The shelf by the door isn’t for backpacks anymore—it’s where the parking ticket that needs paying and shoes that need returning have taken up permanent residence. The corner of the coffee table? That’s the forever home of the Trader Joe’s plant that I haven’t quite killed but haven’t quite kept alive either. The eco-guilt trap I hate envisioning things in a landfill, or wasting something that could be used by someone in need—but then the donation piles grow bigger and become yet another thing to deal with. Like that pacifier clip Martinez mentioned, I’ve held onto several random shin guards because my youngest outgrew them or misplaced one, but throwing them away seems wasteful, and donating them means another task on my to-do list that never ends. Enter “Tornado Mode” Eventually, though, something in me snaps. Every few months, I hit my limit and tear through the house on a real bender. Suddenly, I’m ruthlessly efficient, tossing things I’ve been deliberating over for weeks. That mystery piece of plastic? Garbage. The charger that might work with something? Bye. The craft project we’ll “definitely get to someday”? Straight to the donation pile. For about 48 glorious hours, my house is pile-free. Then, inevitably, they start to form again, like little dust bunnies of decision fatigue multiplying when I’m not looking. The invisible labor… that’s actually mine to bear What makes it worse? I’ve come to accept that this is largely my domain. It’s not that my partner doesn’t see the piles—he most definitely notices and actually does a great job of breaking them up when he tackles them. But inevitably, certain things remain untouched because one too many arguments have spawned from me frantically searching for something important that he either threw away or put somewhere he can’t recall. (“It’s organized! I just don’t remember where I organized it TO!”) So the job rightfully remains mine or our teenagers‘—though convincing adolescents that the floor is not, in fact, a storage solution requires energy I don’t always have. The mental load of being the household’s primary pile-manager is honestly exhausting, even when I acknowledge it’s partially self-inflicted. Solutions from fellow pile warriors After watching Martinez’s video and relating a bit too much, I scrolled through the comments, curious if anyone had figured out a solution that actually works. Some of the advice actually seemed manageable: The one-month test “Get a basket and throw every little pile in it,” suggested user @geena1227. “If you don’t go to the basket to look for something within a month, you don’t need it so throw it away or donate!” I like this approach, though I worry my basket would quickly become its own overwhelmingly massive pile. Still, containing the chaos seems like a step up. The professional approach “Hiiiii! I’m a professional organizer!” shared @abbyrottler with a solution that spoke to my organizational fantasies. “Create 3 baskets that live in an area that you can ignored for a while. 1. Needs home (think the light bulb) 2. Donate (think the pacifier clip) 3. Memories (think the shrinky dink).” She suggests revisiting these baskets weekly for 20 minutes to an hour to deal with the contents: “This can be your dumping zone for those items that need a little more attention but you don’t want to put the energy into immediately! Then, once a week, or at a cadence of your choice, revisit the baskets and take a solid 20min-hour creating a more permanent home or getting rid of those items!” The petty revenge strategy My favorite comment, though, was the one that embraced the petty revenge that occasionally lives in my heart: “I like putting the little piles on the stairs so I can watch the people, to whom they belong, walk by them on the stairs on their way to bed,” shared @callsigndesign. I’ve totally done this—strategically relocating my daughter’s abandoned socks to her pillow just to prove a point. The long-term solution Another mom, @samkelly_world, offered what might be the most sustainable solution: “So real! I teach my kids how to NOTICE AND DO so I’m not the only one who sees the piles and has to do something about it! 🙌” Teaching my teenagers to help manage these piles might ease some of the burden. But I have to be honest with myself—I’m largely the source of the problem. My partner actually does a great job tackling clutter when he sees it (sometimes too good a job, as my frantic searches for “missing” items can attest). So tonight, I’ll start with one small pile. Not all of them—that’s a recipe for burnout. Just one. Then maybe another tomorrow. Small steps toward breaking my own pile-making habits seem more realistic than expecting everyone else to change. And who knows? Maybe I’ll finally develop the courage to let go of that beaded Frida without the guilt spiral. I’ll let you know how it goes. Related: Confessions of an overstimulated toddler mom Source link

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I nodded along in solidarity when Bekah Martinez’s video about “little piles” showed up on my feed recently. There she was, pointing out a random assortment of items on her piano—a lightbulb, a pacifier clip, a Shrinky Dink parrot—and I thought, “Yep, that’s my life too.” It’s no wonder this video has been viewed over 6.5 million times. Related: 5 ways to rock springcleaning—with your partner’s help The pile predicament Because I am the pile maker in my house. And also the pile noticer. And inevitably, the pile manager. They’re everywhere in my home—the kitchen counter, the stairs, the nightstand, that weird corner of the dining room table. Little mounds of randomness that somehow become permanent installations in our home’s decor. The pile on my dresser currently contains: a broken earring I keep meaning to fix, a “Frequent Crier Program Lifetime Member” sticker I bought a few weeks ago and can’t decide where to stick it, a birthday card I need to mail, and a beaded Frida Kahlo pendant I won’t wear but can’t part with. Decision fatigue is real The thing about these piles that Martinez nailed so perfectly is the crushing weight of the micro-decisions each item demands. That birthday card? To mail it, I need to find a stamp, which means going to my office, which reminds me I need to file those papers, which reminds me we need to update medical forms for summer camp, which spirals into deciding whether to switch pediatricians, and suddenly I’m researching doctor reviews instead of just mailing the dang card. And that’s just ONE item in ONE pile. “That’s where that lives now” The worst part might be my habit of mentally declaring, “Well, that’s where that lives now” when something sits in a spot long enough. The shelf by the door isn’t for backpacks anymore—it’s where the parking ticket that needs paying and shoes that need returning have taken up permanent residence. The corner of the coffee table? That’s the forever home of the Trader Joe’s plant that I haven’t quite killed but haven’t quite kept alive either. The eco-guilt trap I hate envisioning things in a landfill, or wasting something that could be used by someone in need—but then the donation piles grow bigger and become yet another thing to deal with. Like that pacifier clip Martinez mentioned, I’ve held onto several random shin guards because my youngest outgrew them or misplaced one, but throwing them away seems wasteful, and donating them means another task on my to-do list that never ends. Enter “Tornado Mode” Eventually, though, something in me snaps. Every few months, I hit my limit and tear through the house on a real bender. Suddenly, I’m ruthlessly efficient, tossing things I’ve been deliberating over for weeks. That mystery piece of plastic? Garbage. The charger that might work with something? Bye. The craft project we’ll “definitely get to someday”? Straight to the donation pile. For about 48 glorious hours, my house is pile-free. Then, inevitably, they start to form again, like little dust bunnies of decision fatigue multiplying when I’m not looking. The invisible labor… that’s actually mine to bear What makes it worse? I’ve come to accept that this is largely my domain. It’s not that my partner doesn’t see the piles—he most definitely notices and actually does a great job of breaking them up when he tackles them. But inevitably, certain things remain untouched because one too many arguments have spawned from me frantically searching for something important that he either threw away or put somewhere he can’t recall. (“It’s organized! I just don’t remember where I organized it TO!”) So the job rightfully remains mine or our teenagers‘—though convincing adolescents that the floor is not, in fact, a storage solution requires energy I don’t always have. The mental load of being the household’s primary pile-manager is honestly exhausting, even when I acknowledge it’s partially self-inflicted. Solutions from fellow pile warriors After watching Martinez’s video and relating a bit too much, I scrolled through the comments, curious if anyone had figured out a solution that actually works. Some of the advice actually seemed manageable: The one-month test “Get a basket and throw every little pile in it,” suggested user @geena1227. “If you don’t go to the basket to look for something within a month, you don’t need it so throw it away or donate!” I like this approach, though I worry my basket would quickly become its own overwhelmingly massive pile. Still, containing the chaos seems like a step up. The professional approach “Hiiiii! I’m a professional organizer!” shared @abbyrottler with a solution that spoke to my organizational fantasies. “Create 3 baskets that live in an area that you can ignored for a while. 1. Needs home (think the light bulb) 2. Donate (think the pacifier clip) 3. Memories (think the shrinky dink).” She suggests revisiting these baskets weekly for 20 minutes to an hour to deal with the contents: “This can be your dumping zone for those items that need a little more attention but you don’t want to put the energy into immediately! Then, once a week, or at a cadence of your choice, revisit the baskets and take a solid 20min-hour creating a more permanent home or getting rid of those items!” The petty revenge strategy My favorite comment, though, was the one that embraced the petty revenge that occasionally lives in my heart: “I like putting the little piles on the stairs so I can watch the people, to whom they belong, walk by them on the stairs on their way to bed,” shared @callsigndesign. I’ve totally done this—strategically relocating my daughter’s abandoned socks to her pillow just to prove a point. The long-term solution Another mom, @samkelly_world, offered what might be the most sustainable solution: “So real! I teach my kids how to NOTICE AND DO so I’m not the only one who sees the piles and has to do something about it! 🙌” Teaching my teenagers to help manage these piles might ease some of the burden. But I have to be honest with myself—I’m largely the source of the problem. My partner actually does a great job tackling clutter when he sees it (sometimes too good a job, as my frantic searches for “missing” items can attest). So tonight, I’ll start with one small pile. Not all of them—that’s a recipe for burnout. Just one. Then maybe another tomorrow. Small steps toward breaking my own pile-making habits seem more realistic than expecting everyone else to change. And who knows? Maybe I’ll finally develop the courage to let go of that beaded Frida without the guilt spiral. I’ll let you know how it goes. Related: Confessions of an overstimulated toddler mom Source link

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I nodded along in solidarity when Bekah Martinez’s video about “little piles” showed up on my feed recently. There she was, pointing out a random assortment of items on her piano—a lightbulb, a pacifier clip, a Shrinky Dink parrot—and I thought, “Yep, that’s my life too.” It’s no wonder this video has been viewed over 6.5 million times. Related: 5 ways to rock springcleaning—with your partner’s help The pile predicament Because I am the pile maker in my house. And also the pile noticer. And inevitably, the pile manager. They’re everywhere in my home—the kitchen counter, the stairs, the nightstand, that weird corner of the dining room table. Little mounds of randomness that somehow become permanent installations in our home’s decor. The pile on my dresser currently contains: a broken earring I keep meaning to fix, a “Frequent Crier Program Lifetime Member” sticker I bought a few weeks ago and can’t decide where to stick it, a birthday card I need to mail, and a beaded Frida Kahlo pendant I won’t wear but can’t part with. Decision fatigue is real The thing about these piles that Martinez nailed so perfectly is the crushing weight of the micro-decisions each item demands. That birthday card? To mail it, I need to find a stamp, which means going to my office, which reminds me I need to file those papers, which reminds me we need to update medical forms for summer camp, which spirals into deciding whether to switch pediatricians, and suddenly I’m researching doctor reviews instead of just mailing the dang card. And that’s just ONE item in ONE pile. “That’s where that lives now” The worst part might be my habit of mentally declaring, “Well, that’s where that lives now” when something sits in a spot long enough. The shelf by the door isn’t for backpacks anymore—it’s where the parking ticket that needs paying and shoes that need returning have taken up permanent residence. The corner of the coffee table? That’s the forever home of the Trader Joe’s plant that I haven’t quite killed but haven’t quite kept alive either. The eco-guilt trap I hate envisioning things in a landfill, or wasting something that could be used by someone in need—but then the donation piles grow bigger and become yet another thing to deal with. Like that pacifier clip Martinez mentioned, I’ve held onto several random shin guards because my youngest outgrew them or misplaced one, but throwing them away seems wasteful, and donating them means another task on my to-do list that never ends. Enter “Tornado Mode” Eventually, though, something in me snaps. Every few months, I hit my limit and tear through the house on a real bender. Suddenly, I’m ruthlessly efficient, tossing things I’ve been deliberating over for weeks. That mystery piece of plastic? Garbage. The charger that might work with something? Bye. The craft project we’ll “definitely get to someday”? Straight to the donation pile. For about 48 glorious hours, my house is pile-free. Then, inevitably, they start to form again, like little dust bunnies of decision fatigue multiplying when I’m not looking. The invisible labor… that’s actually mine to bear What makes it worse? I’ve come to accept that this is largely my domain. It’s not that my partner doesn’t see the piles—he most definitely notices and actually does a great job of breaking them up when he tackles them. But inevitably, certain things remain untouched because one too many arguments have spawned from me frantically searching for something important that he either threw away or put somewhere he can’t recall. (“It’s organized! I just don’t remember where I organized it TO!”) So the job rightfully remains mine or our teenagers‘—though convincing adolescents that the floor is not, in fact, a storage solution requires energy I don’t always have. The mental load of being the household’s primary pile-manager is honestly exhausting, even when I acknowledge it’s partially self-inflicted. Solutions from fellow pile warriors After watching Martinez’s video and relating a bit too much, I scrolled through the comments, curious if anyone had figured out a solution that actually works. Some of the advice actually seemed manageable: The one-month test “Get a basket and throw every little pile in it,” suggested user @geena1227. “If you don’t go to the basket to look for something within a month, you don’t need it so throw it away or donate!” I like this approach, though I worry my basket would quickly become its own overwhelmingly massive pile. Still, containing the chaos seems like a step up. The professional approach “Hiiiii! I’m a professional organizer!” shared @abbyrottler with a solution that spoke to my organizational fantasies. “Create 3 baskets that live in an area that you can ignored for a while. 1. Needs home (think the light bulb) 2. Donate (think the pacifier clip) 3. Memories (think the shrinky dink).” She suggests revisiting these baskets weekly for 20 minutes to an hour to deal with the contents: “This can be your dumping zone for those items that need a little more attention but you don’t want to put the energy into immediately! Then, once a week, or at a cadence of your choice, revisit the baskets and take a solid 20min-hour creating a more permanent home or getting rid of those items!” The petty revenge strategy My favorite comment, though, was the one that embraced the petty revenge that occasionally lives in my heart: “I like putting the little piles on the stairs so I can watch the people, to whom they belong, walk by them on the stairs on their way to bed,” shared @callsigndesign. I’ve totally done this—strategically relocating my daughter’s abandoned socks to her pillow just to prove a point. The long-term solution Another mom, @samkelly_world, offered what might be the most sustainable solution: “So real! I teach my kids how to NOTICE AND DO so I’m not the only one who sees the piles and has to do something about it! 🙌” Teaching my teenagers to help manage these piles might ease some of the burden. But I have to be honest with myself—I’m largely the source of the problem. My partner actually does a great job tackling clutter when he sees it (sometimes too good a job, as my frantic searches for “missing” items can attest). So tonight, I’ll start with one small pile. Not all of them—that’s a recipe for burnout. Just one. Then maybe another tomorrow. Small steps toward breaking my own pile-making habits seem more realistic than expecting everyone else to change. And who knows? Maybe I’ll finally develop the courage to let go of that beaded Frida without the guilt spiral. I’ll let you know how it goes. Related: Confessions of an overstimulated toddler mom Source link

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I've been reading about Frida Kahlo and her life for the first time since before I got sick... over a decade ago, in college. I always admired her, and thought she was tough as hell mentally, but it's actually wild how much I didn't get it then. Even in a life surrounded by chronically ill people, where I was less blind to day to day sick life than the average abled person, there really is just a level that no healthy person will ever quite get, I think.

I'm lucky to have the love and support I have. And I still spend a lot of time mourning what I've lost and continue to lose or have to give up out of necessity. I still spend more time housebound, and a lot more time bedbound and straight-up sleeping, than I think is really... acceptable, to the life I want, and I fight it a lot, and I suffer more for fighting it and pushing my boundaries. I cry because I want to go celebrate a loved one's birthday and I just physically can't; because I never see my best friend anymore because asking me to do anything after a day of work is inconceivable; because I want to go to the zoo and I know I couldn't handle it.

Reading about Kahlo now, housebound and painting when she could, when her physical and mental health aligned... that hits so close to home. I can imagine her hosting all the political meetings she hosted because it was the only way to be present at the meetings herself, and it was one of the only things she could really do or give at times. I can imagine the devastation she must have felt when she wanted to do more and be more and give more, the devastation I wrestle with every day. I find hope in that the story we tell about her today, we talk about how much she gave and did and how strong she was; maybe someone can say those things about me one day, maybe what I'm doing and being and giving is enough. Somehow I really misunderstood, at 20, when I read that she was "really quite frail." I get it now. You can be frail and strong, housebound and loud and seen. I hope I can be, too. I mean, my role in life is more of a nurturer and caretaker, and that's quieter work, but I hope what I do matters enough. I hope someone remembers me, at least for a generation or two, as someone who was strong even though I'm frail. I don't know...I just have a lot of feelings about it right now.

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Stay in AMAZING Homes Owned by Famous Artists

Introduction

Did you know that some of the most iconic artists in history have left behind stunning homes filled with creativity and artistic expression? Many of these homes, once the personal sanctuaries of famous painters, sculptors, and designers, are now available for rent—offering travelers an immersive experience in artistic heritage. Whether you’re seeking inspiration or simply want to stay in a one-of-a-kind home, platforms like Llivo make it possible to book artist-designed vacation rentals that provide a personalized and culturally rich stay unlike any other.

Why Stay in a Home Owned by a Famous Artist?

1. A Window into Artistic Genius

These homes are more than just accommodations—they are living museums, reflecting the creativity, struggles, and inspirations of the artists who once lived in them. Imagine waking up in a house designed by Salvador Dalí or sipping coffee in the cottage of Frida Kahlo—you’re not just renting a space, you’re stepping into history.

2. A Unique Travel Experience

Unlike traditional vacation rentals, these homes feature original artwork, unique architecture, and an ambiance that nurtured creativity. Staying in an artist's home allows guests to experience a property that has shaped world-renowned masterpieces.

3. Llivo’s Customizable Experience

While Airbnb and Vrbo offer artist-themed homes, Llivo goes further by providing:

Personalized guest experiences, including guided art tours, private workshops, and curated stays based on guest preferences.

Local hosts who share insights into the artist's life and work.

Exclusive properties not found on mainstream platforms.

Famous Artist Homes You Can Stay In

1. Salvador Dalí’s Former Residence – Cadaqués, Spain

Why Stay Here?

Located in Portlligat, Spain, this surrealist home is filled with eccentric sculptures, bright colors, and bizarre decor.

Overlooks the Mediterranean, inspiring some of Dalí’s most famous works.

Features a labyrinth-like structure, complete with Dalí’s personal touches and studio space.

Booking Tip: Llivo offers private art-themed stays in Spain, where guests can explore the area’s artistic influence and enjoy a tailored itinerary.

2. Frida Kahlo’s Blue House (Casa Azul) – Mexico City, Mexico

Why Stay Here?

This iconic blue-walled home served as Frida Kahlo’s creative retreat and love nest with Diego Rivera.

Features original paintings, hand-painted furniture, and traditional Mexican architecture.

Offers guided historical tours into Frida’s personal life and struggles.

Booking Tip: While Casa Azul itself isn’t available for rent, Llivo connects travelers with artist-inspired stays in Mexico, offering experiences tied to Kahlo’s legacy.

3. Pablo Picasso’s French Retreat – Côte d'Azur, France

Why Stay Here?

Set in the picturesque *French Riviera, this home hosted Picasso’s later works and private art collection.

Features open-air studios, sunlit terraces, and ocean views.

The surrounding region is filled with art galleries and museums dedicated to Picasso.

Booking Tip: With Llivo, you can find luxury vacation rentals in France designed by artists and enriched with art history.

4. Claude Monet’s Giverny Home – France

Why Stay Here?

Monet’s famous water lilies and Japanese bridge were inspired by this enchanting property.

The house and garden transport visitors to the world of impressionist painting.

Strolling through the gardens feels like stepping into a Monet painting.

Booking Tip: Llivo can curate personalized tours and accommodations in artist-inspired homes in France, perfect for art lovers.

5. Georgia O’Keeffe’s Ghost Ranch – New Mexico, USA

Why Stay Here?

O’Keeffe’s love for the New Mexico desert is reflected in this home’s minimalist yet bold design.

Surrounded by red rock landscapes, open skies, and quiet inspiration.

Offers art workshops and guided nature tours to experience the landscapes that shaped her work.

Booking Tip: Stay at a desert-inspired artistic retreat through Llivo, offering stunning views and art-focused stays.

How Llivo Enhances the Experience

Unlike traditional booking platforms, Llivo offers a more customized, immersive stay by connecting travelers with curated artistic homes and hosts who specialize in cultural storytelling.

Exclusive Properties: Find artist-inspired vacation rentals not available on mainstream platforms. Personalized Itineraries: Enjoy tailored experiences, from art workshops to private guided home tours. Host-Led Stays: Get insider knowledge from locals who understand the property’s history. Seamless Booking: Llivo simplifies the process of securing unique, artist-designed rentals.

Conclusion

Staying in a home once owned or designed by a famous artist is more than just booking a vacation rental—it’s stepping into a *creative world filled with inspiration, art, and history. Whether it’s Dalí’s surrealist retreat, Frida Kahlo’s vibrant Casa Azul, or Georgia O’Keeffe’s tranquil desert home, these properties offer travelers a once-in-a-lifetime experience. With Llivo, you can explore artistic destinations in a way that goes beyond standard rentals. Ready to stay in a masterpiece? Book your artistic retreat with Llivo today!

Author Bio

Khurram Iqbal Founder of LLIVO, Volunteer Blog Writer for LLIVO | IT Leader | Expert in Consolidation & Modernization | Creative Content Creator | Ideation Specialist | Former Assistant Vice President | Previous Professor of English Language & Literature.

Disclaimer This article provides general information based on publicly available insights. While every effort has been made to ensure accuracy, LLIVO and the author are not responsible for any changes or discrepancies in information. Always verify details relevant to your travel plans before making decisions.

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Review: Frida Kahlo: Her Life, Her Work, Her Home by Fransisco de la Mora

Frida Kahlo: Her Life, Work, Her HomeFransisco de la MoraSelfMadeHeroPublished April 11, 2023 Amazon | Bookshop | Goodreads About Frida Kahlo: Her Life, Her Work, Her Home Endorsed by the Frida Kahlo Museum in Mexico City, writer, and illustrator Francisco de la Mora’s full-color graphic novel explores the public and private faces of the iconic artist. Frida Kahlo, remembered as one of the…

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Frida Kahlo

Artist Research 6/8

Frida Kahlo was born on July 6, 1907 in Coyocan, Mexico City, Mexico. Frida was introduced to the art world at a young age with her dad being a photographer. Kahlo contracted polio at the age of 6. She attended the National Preparatory School in 1922 where she became famous. That is also where she met Diego Rivera, a Mexican muralist. She got very injured after a bus tragedy and had to stay home, where she started to paint to pass time and created her first self-portrait painting. She once said, "I paint myself because I am often alone and I am the subject I know best." She eventually reconnected with Rivera and got married in 1929. She continued to create paintings as she moved from place to place.

Self-Portrait Dedicated to Leon Trotsky, 1937, oil on Masonite, (30 x 24 in)

Frida uses bold, vibrant colors all throughout her paintings. She is primarily wearing traditional Mexican pieces throughout her self-portraits. Another aspect that is hidden within her paintings is the message. The paintings were more than just self depictions but also a way to translate her memories and ideas that came across her mind. Subtle yet rich symbolism lies within the paintings that give deeper insight into the artist and what they want to represent. She even introduced more politically charged imagery where she embraces a Utopian world where everyone, including herself, can be freed from any pain and suffering of Marxism.

In this particular painting, small symbolisms like the letter and bouquet of flowers represent her secret affair. This paintings reminds me of these Mexican ceramic dolls my mom collects.

Self-Portrait on the Border Line Between Mexico and the United States, 1932, oil on metal, (12.5 x 13.25 in)

My Analysis:

I like Kahlo's work because of the symbolism she applies to her work. Some things are so subtle yet add such character to the work itself and how it applies to Kahlo's self-depiction. The vibrant colors are fun and bring life to the work. I also like how she represents these political paintings in a different and unusual way. Overall, her art style is fun and filled with subtle messages that adds to the piece.

References:

“Frida Kahlo Biography.” Frida Kahlo, www.fridakahlo.org/frida-kahlo-biography.jsp. Accessed 9 Dec. 2024.

“Self-Portrait Dedicated to Leon Trotsky - Frida Kahlo - Google Arts & Culture.” Google, Google, artsandculture.google.com/asset/self-portrait-dedicated-to-leon-trotsky-frida-kahlo/qwH7SFUucsTJjQ. Accessed 9 Dec. 2024.

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FLP CHAPBOOK OF THE DAY: Tendering the Body by Brittany Brewer

On SALE: https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/tendering-the-body-by-brittany-brewer/

Tendering the Body is a collection of offerings—to #queer adolescen[ce/ts], [found] #family, and #bodies that endure. The poems suture together backyard bonfires and secrets at Steak n’ Shake, ruminations on body hair and #therapy and #friendship, and bits and pieces of a grieving body newly acquainted with #illness. This #book is a meditation on the juxtaposition between the visibility of bodies and the invisibility of their affective experiences made material. #poetry

Brittany Brewer (she/her) is a queer poet, [theatre] artist, and educator who has lived and grown across eight states. Currently, she lives in Michigan where she is also a doctoral student in Curriculum, Instruction, and Teacher Education at Michigan State University. Her research interests include arts-as-research, embodiment, queer theory, young adult narratives, trauma-informed education, and feedback practices. Before MSU, Brittany worked as the Associate Director of Education at Philadelphia Young Playwrights where, among other things, she facilitated over 315 classroom workshops and created/facilitated professional development workshops for classroom teachers, teaching artists, and classroom actors. She is passionate about cultivating more “Young Adult theatre” and crafting tools for those beginning their theatrical journeys. As a playwright, Brittany’s work has been produced by Revolution Shakespeare, Going Viral Festival, Elephant Room Productions, and Allens Lane Art Center. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Rougarou, Months to Years, Wild Roof Journal, and Hole in the Head Review. She is an alumna of Indiana University, Brown University, and the Arden Professional Apprenticeship program. For more, visit: www.brittanybrewer.com.

PRAISE FOR Tendering the Body by Brittany Brewer

Brittany Brewer is a poet of the body and the home, spaces not dissimilar, spaces that have been lost and revisited through the speaker’s perpetual yearn for grounding. I’m in awe of the heart, syntax, story, and longing in Tendering the Body, the poems giving a rendition of what it means to return home to the Midwest through the lenses of girlhood, friendship, illness, queerness. Listen to Brewer who, even in descendant gestures, holds onto hope: “So many times, I wish I could render my body anew, sift her down to her basest grains, knead her, and let her rise again.” And rise she does in this stunning debut.

–Janine Certo, Author of O Body of Bliss, winner of the 2023 the Longleaf Press Book Contest in Poetry and Elixir, winner of the 2020 New American Poetry Prize and 2020 Lauria/Frasca Poetry Prize, among others.

Brittany Brewer’s Tendering the Body provides a teacher’s chronicle of adolescence and personal transformation. In poems that are as smart as they are tender, Brewer sheds light on the complicated experience of adolescence in the smalltown Midwest and young adult emergence into queer experience. She invites the reader to witness a journey of a self in process–in a Stake n’ Shake, in a Toyota Camry, in the classroom, the yoga studio, and the doctor’s office. The book asks us to consider with the author various poetic responses to the critical question “what facts, feelings, needs, or goals, are in your head today” with generosity and care.

–Robin Silbergelid, author of the poetry collection The Baby Book (CavanKerry Press, 2015) and the memoir Texas Girl (Demeter Press, 2014), as well as the chapbooks In the Cubiculum Nocturnum (Dancing Girl Press, 2019) and Frida Kahlo, My Sister (Finishing Line, 2014), among others.

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