Believe it or not I have a few interests outside knitting and crochet. I know, it’s shocking. Turns out I also care about reading, writing, playing music (ukulele, guitar, banjo, sometimes flute or keyboard), and learning about stuff that happened a long time ago.
You see, there are a lot of awesome people in the world and not all of them are still alive. (And practically none are undead.) I don’t feel like writing about knitting today since, well, I’ve just finished forty rows of straight stockinette stitch and am ready to denounce the tedious process for good, so I’ll take a break and talk about something else close to my heart.
Awesome women from history.
Why just women? Because we get enough of a spotlight on the awesome men as it is.
Today it’s Frida Kahlo [wiki].
I would be insane to start with anyone else. When I fell ill in September I stayed with a friend for a month and spent some time reading about Frida Kahlo and it pulled me a little out of a very uninspiring mood. Honestly, I was feeling sorry for myself and it was completely unconstructive. I had to try daily to fight past a lot of pain and depression to get myself back in one piece so that I could fulfill my dreams and here was Frida Kahlo strutting her stuff with ease.
I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy as long as I can paint.
Kahlo had a lot of pain in her life. She suffered from Polio as a child which left her leg permanently smaller than the other and when she was a little older she was in a collision in a bus that made her life agony from then on. She suffered miscarriages and multiple operations.
And she coped with her reality by creating beautiful art.
I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.
That’s what inspired me. She took a crappy lot in life and turned it into something beautiful to the point where her face is one of the most recognisable in the world (a way to cope with the fear of death; painting your face into immortality). So why should I mope around? My condition may be incurable but it’s also manageable. Even if it weren’t, I would try to be like Kahlo and turn it into something good.
I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.
And that’s not the only reason I admire her. She was chaotic and a little unstable. She was bisexual and had affairs with famous women like Josephine Baker [wiki] who was awesome in her own right.
She was caught between cultures and embraced that shamelessly.
She defied gender expectations and actively played with the idea of gender identity.
Do you have anyone who inspires you like this?