I've been an admirer of Frida since reading about Carr, O'Keefe, Kahlo: Places of their Own. I wish I'd been able to take in the show at the McMichael when it came to town, but I never got around to it, and swore I wouldn't let the opportunity to see Frida pass by again this time around. So, back in the autumn when the BPYC book club kicked around the idea of pairing a book with a gallery visit, I quickly suggested this coming exhibit.
Five of us went together on Friday night, in advance of our coming book club meeting to discuss The Diary of Frida Kahlo.
Ironic to me that, decades later, I am being introduced to the art of her husband via her reputation. In their lifetime, Diego was by far the preeminent Mexican artist, and Frida far less appreciated. Her reputation has grown since her death, to the point where she has become both a Mexican and feminist icon.
I didn't really know much about Diego Rivera before this visit, other than having a passing familiarity with his political murals. He had quite an artistic range, from his early days in Europe, where he hung out with the likes of Picasso and Modigliani and tested his restless talent on emerging European styles like cubism.
Upon his return to Mexico Rivera established and evolved a unique nativistic style. There were a few pieces of his I fell in love with, the Calla Lily Vendor and the Flower Carrier being among them.
|The Flower Carrier|
|The Calla Lily Vendor|
|The Hammock, 1956|