My wife and I visited the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts recently and toured an exhibit on Frida Kahlo, “Frida: Beyond the Myth.” Info on the exhibit is HERE.
 | It was fascinating to learn about her life – I knew very little about her, particularly the extent of the physical and emotional pain she endured throughout her life (including childhood polio and a near-fatal bus accident as a teenager that left her with multiple fractures and a shattered pelvis) – and following our visit, we watched the 2002 biopic about Kahlo, called “Frida,” starring Salma Hayek. It was interesting to see the very paintings we had just viewed at the museum intertwined in the movie’s story, and to be honest, now that we’ve seen the film, I think I’d like to see the exhibit one more time before it closes. |
| Anyway, there was a still life toward the end of the exhibit, and I loved Kahlo’s depiction of the sun and the moon in the top left and right corners. Those depictions made me think of my favorite poems of the sun and the moon by Dickinson, and I thought I would share them today, “The moon was but a chin of gold,” and “The Sun just touched the morning.”  |   |
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