By Grace Keir
In Mexico City, they take me to Coyoacán. They show me where Frida lived, in the blue house. Casa Azul. Frida y Diego vivieron en esta casa. 1929-1954.
In her studio, a wooden wheelchair is pulled up to an easel. There are paints, brushes, pastels, mortars, and pestles. Things her fingers touched. Dried crusts of paint cling to the bristles. There are old textbooks and medical posters. One reads: INTRA-UTERINE LIFE. A fetus grows from nothing, emerging from a dark pink void with its head and neck contorted, its chin bent sharply into its chest. The outdated drawings give it an alien face: a wide head with a sharply pointed chin. I look away.[Read more…] about Coyoacán