#frida's graphics

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"@ callmeambre X Frida Kahlo"

[garadinervi]

Bruno Oldani, Hommage a Frida & Diego, 2007 [Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo. © Bruno Oldani. Photo: Nasjonalmuseet/Andreas Harvik]

[yorgunherakles]

rene magritte - the ladder of fire

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Frida Xhoi Xhei Collection

[confessionsofatextmexhoarder]

The semiotics of “early modern” Latinx web pages circa 1994-2005— from my piece on Beto Hernandez and Frida Kahlo in #textmex ➡️ http://mextasy.blogspot.com/2019/03/text-mex-seductive-hallucinations-of.html

http://mextasy.blogspot.com/2019/03/text-mex-seductive-hallucinations-of.htm

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Faves

Andy Warhol

Anime

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[elledeegee]

Frida Kahlostein

Let me know if you like my interpretation just in time for pre-Halloween shopping (will be in my stores soon!)

[bloghrexach]

🐱 … Frida — keeping me company!! … 🐱

@hrexach

[lucasjdantas]

LIVROS TASCHEN

Editorial | Design de capas

Projeto pessoal | Feito com Photoshop

Em 1985 a Editora Taschen apresentou o selo Basic Art, com um título inaugural reunindo obras de Salvador Dalí. Atualmente a coleção conta com mais de 100 títulos em mais de 30 idiomas, apresentando artistas das mais diversas escolas e origens.

Este é um projeto de redesign das capas da coleção de livros Basic Art da Editora Taschen, além de também visar introduzir antigos e novos artistas que atualmente não se encontram entre os livros publicados.

[garadinervi]

Primo Levi, (1975), Het periodiek systeem. Verhalen van een leven, Translated from the Italian by Frida De Matteis-Vogels, Meulenhoff Millennium, Meulenhoff, Amsterdam, 2009

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SelfMadeHero's new titles include graphic biographies of Frida Kahlo, and Starman, Reinhard Kleist's celebration of Bowie

SelfMadeHero's new titles include graphic biographies of Frida Kahlo, and Starman, Reinhard Kleist's celebration of Bowie #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel

Releasing in March, Francisco de la Mora’s Frida Kahlo: Her Life, Her Work, Her Home explores the public and private faces of this iconic artist, whose transformation of personal pain and political vision into unforgettable art has made her one of the most inspiring personalities of the 20th century. This latest addition to SelfMadeHero’s ART MASTERS series depicts and defines the astonishing…

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Frida Kahlo Denver Art Museum Post Card Design

© 2022 Allyssa Mueller, All Rights Reserved

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Tunnel Vision

Arsenal Women x Teen! Reader

Thanks to @scribblesofagoonerr for helping me on this every time I got stuck (I got stuck a lot 💀)

TW: Graphic descriptions of injury and blood, allusion to a panic attack

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"Hi, Foxy!" you chirped, hugging the older American from behind. "Are you ready to kick Aston Villa's butt?"

"Hey, kid," she smiled fondly, squeezing you tightly. "I'm always ready. That reminds me, are you all packed for US camp next week?"

"Yeah," you responded with a grin. "I'm excited to see everybody."

Emily released you, ruffling your hair as everyone began lining up in the tunnel. "They're all excited to see you too, but let's focus on the match right now."

"Okay, Foxy." Just before you slipped into your match mindset, somebody else tapped you on the shoulder.

"Oi," the new voice whispered. "No hello for your old roommate?"

"Jordan!" you beamed, tackling the older girl in a hug. "I missed you!"

The Brit's smile was blinding. "I've missed you too, kid. We'll talk more after the game, okay?"

You nodded, hugging her again before stepping into line behind Frida. It was always nice seeing old teammates, but you had no problem beating them in matches.

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With the score at 4-1 in favor of Arsenal, the gunners should have been having a great time. For some reason, though, your teammates wanted more. They were hungry for a bigger gap in the scoresheet, and it was messing with some of their heads. Steph was pushed up even farther than usual, Leah's tackles were unreasonably harsh, and Stina's shots were so powerful, it was almost like she was angry. The most noticeable change in behavior, though, was Alessia's.

The Englishwoman's challenges and touches to other players were far more fierce than they should have been, and some of the Aston Villa players were making a conscious effort to stay away from her.

You, on the other hand, didn't think the forward's aggression applied to you. That was why you didn't blink twice when Alessia sprinted towards you in the box, trying to open herself up for a pass.

It was unfortunate, to say the least. Most of the players on the field were crowded into the 18-yard box, so when Alessia accidentally slammed into your side, none of the players or officials saw it. Alessia herself didn't even notice, too focused on the ball and too high on adrenaline to feel just how hard she'd hit someone.

Play continued on as you went flying headfirst into the advertising boards, colliding with the signs with a sickening crunch, players too busy yelling and trying to push each other out of the way to hear or see. Not that you could tell. To you, the world was completely devoid of sound. The nearly sold-out Emirates Stadium was silent and dark, things around you terribly blurry and dim. You tried to pull yourself to your feet, but your hand merely shook on your chest as blood started creeping down your forehead. It was strange, you thought, how you could be bleeding like this, but not feel any pain. While debating whether it was a good or bad thing, you passed out.

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It was Beth's scream of terror that caused play to die down. She'd taken up space on the wing, looking for a pass, but when she glanced up at the goal, her eyes instead zeroed in on your limp form laying in the broken pieces of the advertising board. The Englishwoman's guttural cry of fear had rung out over the roar of the crowd and instantly caught the attention of everyone on the field, and they'd all followed her gaze only to be met with the sight of you, a curtain of crimson slowly oozing down to your cheeks.

"What- what happened?" Emily's voice was weirdly high-pitched as Lotte tried to lead her away. "She- she was fine just a minute ago!"

"Don't look," the Lioness murmured, gently guiding the other defender away by the shoulders. "You'll just worry yourself more if you look."

But she couldn't. Your only American teammate at Arsenal couldn't help but stare as paramedics ran onto the field, surrounding you, talking quietly but quickly amongst themselves. She wanted to look away, she really did, but fear gripped at not only her heart, but her head. It forced her to watch on, to watch as you suffered and didn't respond to the paramedics. The fear was stronger than anything she'd ever felt before, and she was certain that it would be the strongest thing she would ever feel.

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The gunners were evenly split. Half couldn't tear their eyes away from where the paramedics were lifting you onto a stretcher, and the other half were trying to get their shock-ridden teammates to look elsewhere.

Most of the players apart of the second half were successful in getting the others to direct their attention away from you, but there was one player who was stood inside the box, firmly rooted onto the pitch where she'd stood when the whistle was blown sharply.

Alessia. She'd realized what had happened as soon as she saw you. She may have only felt herself collide with you subconsciously, but she could still remember it. She could remember sprinting as fast as she could, tunnel-visioned on the ball but hitting you in the process, and it was as if she'd been tased with the terrible realization of it all.

She had been the one to push you. She had been the one to send you flying into the advertising boards. She had been the one to cause whatever horrific injury you had just sustained.

She'd been so focused on the game that she'd sent one of the sweetest and most innocent people on the team to A&E.

And for it to be you? You were only sixteen. You were always so happy and and positive, and now you were in bad condition because Alessia was too busy being greedy and wasn't paying attention to anything other than scoring.

As the paramedics carried you away on a stretcher, Alessia's legs gave out beneath her. Her breathing was rapid, guilt taking over every fiber of her being as she gripped at the grass beneath her. Some of her England teammates crouched next to her, speaking quietly, but she was too spaced out to notice.

What was supposed to be a simple match day had turned into a horror show. And there was no one to blame but her.

[cardboardlife]

Now that the last season of Hilda is out, I thought I'd share some of my Hilda things from over the years. From the second graphic novel onwards I was living with Luke, so I feel like I've had a front row seat to the creation of everything Hilda. Many times I would sit with Luke and help talk through story points and idea with him. During the creation of season three, my main contribution was looking after our toddler and twin babies during lockdown so that Luke could work! (And providing the voice of The Pooka of course).

In the above picture you will see my crochet Tontu, and the little Tontu I made as a practice run for making that. That Tontu design which was my own, ended up being Frida's Nisse.

Enjoy a picture of my mum, who inspired the design of the Sparrow Scout Leader, and my sisters dog Poppy (parsons jack russel) who didn't inspire Twig but undoubtedly modelled once or twice for a pose.

Sad to see the end of the Hilda TV show, but glad they got three seasons and very proud of everyone who worked on it!