Spent My Days

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You know the worst part? Even if I never got to see Coco in the living world… I thought at least one day I’d see her here. Give her the biggest hug.

Today, everyone wants to be famous for being famous. Why would I want to be famous? I do not know. I do not care. I have never been like that.

“For a while she was quiet, then Elizabeth Taylor’s violet eyes were flickering and she said: ‘They spat on me in Rome.’ Who did?  ‘Ordinary people, on the streets. They crossed over and spat. It was during le scandale, when the Vatican newspaper thoughtfully said I was morally unfit to be a mother and that my request to adopt Maria should be denied. They also announced that my natural children should be taken away from me.’ But it didn’t happen. You survived. ‘Damn right I survived,’ she said with resignation. ‘I’ve been through it all. I’m Mother Courage. I’ll be dragging my sable coat behind me into old age.‘” -Life Magazine, 1969.

Mexican painter, feminist, communist. In her late teens, she was involved in a horrible bus accident that shattered the bones in her feet, and broke the bones in her leg, ribs, and pelvis. The pain from these injuries would remain with her for the rest of her life, and she would eventually undergo more than 30 surgeries.  In order to cope, she painted many self-portraits of her own glorious mug. Sometimes the surgeries would leave her bedridden for days on end, but she never stopped painting. She was very outspoken and witty, and she had male and female lovers. Her life was filled with much sadness, but through it all she had much fortitude and  remained strong.

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