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I don’t really know if the world needs any more Frida Kahlo representations. She, poor thing, took care of making herself the object of all her work in addition to having replicated her works more endlessly.
But come on, one more, the last one, really. And it is that Frida Kahlo needed to be fulfilled by the need to become a mother after her frustrated desire for her by successive miscarriages and I wanted to show off as a cute offspring.
The compromise solution is to make Frida a mother by putting the other Frida, my daughter, who bears her name precisely because of Kalho, (as we call her at home so we don’t get confused on who we are referring to), in her maternal arms. What contentment!
