There's an interesting scene in "Run, Brother."
Wang Lihong, Wang Zulan, Angelababy, Deng Chao and others walked into a room together.
The room is filled with grotesque and colorful objects.
Angelababy glanced at a painting and was surprised: "This is beautiful." ”
Wang Zulan's face was dazed, who was this fierce and evil woman?
One by one, the others looked confused.
Wang Lihong took a look at it and said calmly, "This is Frida." ”
If you know a little bit about painting, you must have heard three words from Frida.
This is a flaming woman alongside Van Gogh, Dalí, and Picasso.
Her whole life has been in painting.
Some people record life in words, some people sing about life with poetry, and Frida uses painting to resist vicissitudes.
In her paintings, there is always a bloodthirsty sadness.
It was like her face.
Well-defined, high nose bridge, sharp eyes, thick black eyebrows, feminine between the eyebrows, with the tenderness of a daughter, but also through the fortitude of a boy.
Men liked her, saying she was like "the strongest wine in Mexico, fragrant and mellow." ”
Brazilian photographer Camila organized an event – anyone can be Frida.
Every day, countless men, from all over the world, come here, painting Frida makeup, wearing Frida costumes, learning Frida postures, and missing Frida's people.
They looked at the camera and said emotionally: Frida is our dream.
Cordoba said: "I have searched for Frida's soul all my life.
The men couldn't resist her style, and the women were crazy about it.
There was a portrait of Madonna in her bedroom, and she said, "I'll never want to take it off."
It was Frida's self-portrait.
She treasured it in the most conspicuous place, watching it day and night.
And declare to the world: If you don't understand Frida, don't want to be friends with me.
Singers Gwen and Stephanie also love Frida's dress and regard her as a fashion mentor.
Celebrities like it, ordinary women like it more.
On the street, a large number of eyebrows were copied from Frida.
She is the true originator of the eyebrows.
Women sought after her, men liked her, celebrities loved her, and civilians followed her.
However, she was so highly anticipated and prestigious, but her fate was uncertain, and she never enjoyed peace in her life.
6 years old, suffering from polio, which causes the right leg to shrink, lifelong mobility problems, may recur at any time, like half disabled.
At the age of 18, disasters fell from the sky, and the bus he rode countless times on weekdays collided with the tram.
Her brilliant life was almost over.
The car accident caused the pelvic bone to be broken, the spine, collarbone, ribs to be broken, and the already disabled right leg had as many as 11 crushing fractures.
Even more tragically, a handrail pierced her back and out of her vagina, leaving her unable to have children for the rest of her life.
The blood was flowing in rivers and fragments, and none of the whole body was intact.
When the parents sent Frida to the emergency ward, all the doctors thought that the girl could not be saved.
Frida's parents lamented: "As long as there is a chance of survival, try it." ”
The doctors of the whole hospital, who can be sent to the scene and those who cannot be sent, have come to advise the disabled Frida.
It's just that Frida's injuries are too serious, and it is easy to repair them intact.
They are like building blocks, putting little Frida, from the inside out, from the beginning to the end, a needle puncture, a needle stitch.
Frida's blood, pouring out like dye, stained the white sheets red.
Although the whole body was injected with morphine, the pain made her pass out several times, and after passing out, she was woken up by a needle from the doctor.
Many times, she thought she was going to die, otherwise, how could death beckon in front of her eyes?
He said, "Child, child, come here, it doesn't hurt here." ”
Frida stared numbly at Death, so painful that she forgot to reach out, or rather, she couldn't reach out at all.
Death slowly walked away, and she wanted to chase after him, trying to pray to him, "Can you help me relieve a little pain, even a little." ”
Such surgeries, 18-year-old Frida, went through at least 32 before and after.
After the operation, she could not eat, could not move, could not go to the toilet, could only lie on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling, relying on instruments to maintain her life.
What is the difference between living like this and dying?
She said to her little boyfriend, "At night, death comes to dance." ”
The little boyfriend looked at her miserable appearance and thought that he would definitely not live long, so he quietly left and looked for him to be happy.
At the age of 18, she experienced losing school, falling out of love, and almost losing her life overnight.
Her family was already in debt for her medical expenses, and there was no extra money to pay for her hospitalization.
Frida looked at her shattered body and said quietly to her parents, "Send me home." ”
After being carried home by her parents, her life had only the freedom of a bed.
The feet are fixed by planks and cannot be easily moved.
The spine is wrapped around a rope and cannot be moved at will.
The hip joints are covered by medicine bags and cannot be turned over.
If there are living mummies in the world, this is what it looks like.
She hates, hates the perpetrators, hates God, hates her boyfriend, and hates herself even more.
She cried and said to her parents, "Give me a pen and I'll draw." ”
The mother was a little unbearable: "You can't move anymore, so rest well." ”
"What's the difference between me and dying?"
The father asked, "What are you going to draw?" ”
"Yourself."
She painted herself, venting her pain, resentment, and tears on paper.
She stared at herself in the mirror, as fierce as the devil.
Following this look, a pen is embellished onto the paper.
This is Frida sitting in a wheelchair, looking in the mirror and tracing herself.
Dry grasslands, broken bodies, bandaged spines, all over the body, poked by nails.
The woman in the painting is so painful that she can't make a sound, like Frida who is tearing her heart and lungs.
Confined to bed for a long time, she longed for freedom.
She wished she was like an elk, with a flexible body that could run on the ground, even if it was still painful.
She is only 18 years old, which is a brilliant and colorful age.
Shouldn't we be like thousands of young girls, wearing long dresses and wanton youth?
Why can I just lie in bed?
She asked God, and God pretended not to hear. She asked her parents, and they would only shed tears.
She could only ask herself.
The body responds with pain.
So she was silent.
Continue to depict all the pain and sorrow with the painting.
You can't get out of bed, you can't sketch, you can't touch all living things, you can only desperately draw yourself.
Lying in bed for days, she painted a lot of looks of herself.
Feminine self.
The self that longs for freedom.
Yourself imprisoned by thorns.
These self-portraits have one characteristic: bright colors, sharp eyes, and coolness.
They all carry endless pain and endless longing.
After getting a little better, Frida took the paintings and wore a puffy skirt to the person she had been admiring for a long time, the mural artist Diego Rivera.
She didn't know at the time that this person would be a sin that she would never be able to escape for the rest of her life.
Rivera was somewhat dismissive, and countless people approached every day under the banner of visiting.
Why did this unknown little girl let herself point out?
Frida saw Rivera's impatience, and she uneasily and timidly handed the self-portrait up: "The painting is not only the white snow of the spring, but also the oil and salt of chai rice." ”
Rivera took the painting impatiently.
Suddenly, he was shocked. Stunned.
In every painting of this young girl, there is a wild nature, and the expression of each character carries a primitive simplicity.
In her pen, all things have spirits, and the world has hearts.
Each self-portrait has a strong impact and just the right tension, the noise is fierce, and it is calm and reassuring.
Without the acquired training, but able to draw such a style, this is a woman with unlimited potential.
A little tempering may be able to become a world famous artist.
Rivera gladly accepted her.
And let her be his own model.
To get the idol's guidance, Frida was so excited that she forgot about the pain.
He removed the original model and let Frida do it for himself.
He looked at Frida's young body, a pen on the paper, drawing her youthfulness, like water tenderness, ice muscles into the bones.
Frida's scars, her mutilated body, her torn heart, between Rivera's strokes, the pen became a flower.
It turns out that pain can be beautiful.
Since then, Frida has made regular appointments.
On day 1, 2, and 3, until day 4, they went from master to apprentice to husband and wife.
"I never imagined that I could be with Rivera, how much I loved him."
In 1929, Frida, 22, married Rivera at the age of 43 at a Mexican church.
However, the love of young and old did not receive the blessing of Frida's parents.
Rivera is over half a hundred years old, has already had two wives, and is addicted.
He seduces all the women who can get his hands on it.
Models, singers, women next door, fans, throw hugs, he does not refuse. Pretending to be reserved, he is seduced by fame and fortune.
The last wife, who happened to see him and the model, rotting in bed, ran away from home in anger.
He said to each of his wives, "You are the only one in my heart." ”
Every wife who divorces him says, "You have many people in your heart." ”
Frida knew all this.
She felt that she would be different, that the women who had left were not loving enough.
She's enough.
He was her life, her heart, her breath, and without him she would have died.
As long as she loves him enough, Rivera will definitely change.
Even if it doesn't change, it will converge.
In order to express her love, Frida, who has always been willing to paint only herself, added a portrait of her husband next to the self-portrait.
This portrait is one of the few bright works in Frida's paintings.
The husband holds a paintbrush in one hand and Frida in the other. Draped in an orange shawl, Frida stood shyly and attached to her husband, her little feet restless.
Afraid that her husband would not see the love, Frida drew a winged bird on her head.
"In heaven wish to be a winged bird, in the earth wish to be a branch."
She longs to grow old with her husband and fly with her wings.
People joke that this is a combination of elephants and pigeons.
Rivera was as big as a giant elephant and Frida was as petite as a pigeon.
Are these two kinds of people combined, worthy?
Unworthy.
Not long after the new marriage, Rivera's demeanor revealed the fox's tail again.
This time, his tastes seemed to have leveled up, hooking up with Paulette Goddard.
A famous American actor who has starred in Chaplin's "Modern Times".
He painted portraits of her from the living room to the bedroom.
How can one be satisfied?
He again had an affair with Maria Felix.
Maria Felix is a Mexican movie star, close to each other, and the two often kiss me in front of Frida.
Every time Frida ran out crying and came back unwillingly.
She wrote in her diary: He came, my hand, my red dream. If you are stolen from my heart, I can only cry.
Rivera exhorted Frida: "Sex is like peeing, people are too real. ”
"Besides, the doctors have concluded that I was born to be so fond of picking flowers and weeds."
What a wanderer!
Frida endured and compromised. Love is like pulling a leather band, and the one who lets go after it is always the one who hurts the most.
Frida watched her husband pair up with models, women, and actors.
Watching them smile like flowers, watching them follow me, watching them grind in the bed. She was in pain.
But even if she suffers, she is not willing to give up.
"With a man like Rivera, I'm afraid the whole world is waiting to hear my cries, but I don't think that the banks of a river will suffer by letting the river flow."
Relatives and friends hurt her and advised her to give up.
Parents can't look at it either: Forget it.
Frida is biased.
"When you found me, I was torn apart. And he brought me back completely. ”
She thought that as long as he endured, he would still love himself, would repent, and would wake up.
But she was wrong.
Rivera was beastly, even Frida's sister.
While his wife was out, he had a relationship with Cristina.
Frida, who happened to see this scene, was boiling with blood and almost fainted.
One is the husband he loves to the bone marrow, and the other is his most beloved sister.
Enraged, she pushed the sculptures all over the room one by one, pouring out paint and brushes.
Like a beast, she roared loudly, cried loudly, and fell to the ground.
Still not relieved, she shut herself in her bedroom and did not go out for three days and three nights.
On the day of their wedding, she snuggled into Rivera's arms: "My greatest wish in this life is to be faithful to love, will you?" ”
Rivera kissed her face, "I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life." ”
Now that I think about it, these love words are ridiculous!
In order to relieve the pain, Frida made a painting "Less Pinch a Little Less".
The woman lay in bed, bleeding profusely.
The man stood by, his eyes not squinting.
As if that wasn't enough, Frida sprayed blood into the frame, as if screaming, begging, weeping.
She once asked her father, "What is the secret to a happy marriage?" ”
The father said, "Poor memory." ”
Over the years, her memory has been very poor.
But why did that happen?
She didn't know, and she didn't want to know.
When her husband had an affair with another woman for the first time, she also wondered if it was the reason for not having children.
So, she desperately recuperated her body, hoping for a miracle, hoping to get pregnant.
But again and again, all the doctors shook their heads and admonished her: she is already lucky to be alive, don't think about it.
I can't be a mother in this life, and I was already doomed at the age of 18.
But how can you be willing?
The soft life, like a porcelain doll, murmured, "Mom, Mom." ”
All this, for the rest of her life, Frida could not hear.
She vented all this resentment in the painting.
Why is every organ of myself so weak?
Why can't I have a healthy baby?
God does not answer.
She frantically asked the world's celebrities, and the celebrities didn't respond. Then burn, burn, it's better to burn everything.
After calming down, she chose divorce.
She said to Rivera: "I have had two great disasters in my life, one was a car accident, and the other was to meet you, and you are the most serious. ”
The marriage was divorced, but she still couldn't put it down.
If he didn't seduce women, perhaps, he would be perfect.
But why did he?
Since he is ambiguously addicted.
She cut off her long hair, followed Rivera's example, and went in and out of the Wind and Moon place.
Drugs, alcoholism, smoking, men and women.
And say: I want to be the most debauched woman.
Once, two men in the dance hall fought for their female companions. The female companion held up a glass of tequila: "Whoever drinks this cup of wine in one breath can dance with me." ”
The men were stunned, a whole bottle of tequila, too strong, too spicy.
Who dares to try?
Frida walked over to the dancer, gently took the glass, and drank it all.
"Can I dance with you?"
Charming and feminine.
The dancer instantly fell over, pulled her along, and danced the tango.
Women couldn't reject her, and neither could men.
She often smoked a cigarette and wandered among the men's piles, wanting to see what the men who were addicted to the wind and moon were thinking?
One of the most famous loves was with the Russian revolutionary Trotsky.
That year, Rivera invited Trotsky to Frida's house.
Within a few days, the old man, who was more than half a hundred years old, was conquered by Frida.
He stroked his white beard and said to Frida, "You are so beautiful, I hope we will always maintain this relationship." ”
Frida smoked softly, smiled smartly, and avoided answering.
Men, they are all like this, no matter what age, there is no one who is not abusive.
She took the initiative to end the relationship.
After Trotsky returned to Russia, he still lingered on her style and charm.
So I wrote many love letters to Frida, and in each letter, there was a sentence: "Please don't suspend this relationship. ”
The tone was almost pleading.
Frida sneered, threw the letter into the furnace, and continued to hunt the other men in the fire.
One day like this, one month like this, one year is still like this.
Because she was too tired, it didn't take long for her condition to deteriorate again.
The doctor said in a serious tone, "Your right leg needs to be amputated." ”
Frida's heart was like water.
She picked up her glass and drank heavily. The taste of tequila is still so strong, after so many years, how can it still be so spicy?
"I drank to drown the pain, but this damn pain learned to swim, and now I'm conquered by the wine."
The doctor stabbed her down, and the area below her right leg below the knee was gone.
Lying in a hospital bed, Frida thought a lot: her parents, her sister, Rivera, and herself.
Life is like a train to the grave, some people get off the train halfway, some people return halfway, and some people don't have the courage to step in from beginning to end.
Those who step in either die or live.
Life is helpless, and red dust is ridiculous.
Lying in a hospital bed, Frida painted her last painting and took the living name "Long Live Life".
Cut watermelon, bright red hue, like the notes of Mexican death.
Trickling in the watermelon is Frida's boiling longing, annihilation desire, painful past, broken body and mind.
Also, in this lifetime, the soul is burning hot.
Picasso once said, "I have never been able to paint such a painting in my life." ”
Rivera also said: "Her paintings are ironic and soft, as hard as steel, as free as butterfly wings, as charming as a smile, but also as cruel as the suffering of life." ”
Frida adds, "I don't paint dreams, I paint my reality. ”
She painted reality, from illness to marriage, and now, even death.
Some say she's like a Mexican cactus, with more sunlight and more vivid growth.
She sternly denied: "I am a sunflower, I want to grow towards the sun." ”
The crowd was puzzled.
She showed the painting to her relatives and friends.
The flames are radiant, and the people are like skeletons, beautiful and tragic.
After explaining everything, Frida closed her eyes and never opened them again.
According to her wishes, her relatives pushed her body into the raging fire. The fire burned wildly, and Frida's hair "hissed."
"I want to die happy, I don't want to come back. ”
Under the pale yellow sky, the smoke of cooking, the land of Mexico, all the faces of tears, people are mourning, praying, meditating.
If pain is innate, do we have to sing back?
If we are so fortunate to be alive, do we still have to suffer?
If life is destined to be a touch of yellow earth, do we still have to seek the original intention?
These answers, in her paintings, are immediately apparent.
Frida painted more than 150 paintings in her lifetime, of which 1/3 of self-portraits.
Some people are alive, he's dead. Some people die, but she lives forever in people's hearts.
Frida is such a person.
After her death, Mexicans carved her portrait on banknotes.
Some people even made her appearance into an image of a mobile phone case.
Her paintings, dresses, and stories are still sung from generation to generation today, 60 years later, and told every day.
However, the hero has passed away, and there is no legend in the world.
Frida, who is obedient at the time, Frida who is obsessed with love, and Frida who has been fighting against herself all her life, is really gone.
If the world is too bitter, please be in heaven, you must live happily.
Author: Chi Jinwen