Dear Frida,
You were brave.
And I loved that.
You gave us all you pain
Your doubt
And your uncertainty
In sharing your complex relationship
You had with yourself
And the world around you.
You showed us
That identity is a movable feast.
In this you were not only ahead of your time,
But my time too.
I hate boxes.
I hate labels.
I hate the notion
That we are one thing
Or the other.
You showed us all
That we could be more
Than what the world
Would shape for us.
We could be more
Then what we could
Shape for ourselves.
You lived fiercely
Overcoming pain
And sharing it with us
In vivid paintings.
In your work,
I see that as Artists
We have to be brave
In sharing ourselves
With the world.
We can not simply
Put ink to paper
Without our heart
Pulsating through our hand
And onto the page.
You last diary entry
‘I hope the exit is joyful
And I hope never to return.’
Sings sweetly of a life lived to the full.
All my love,
Felicity.
Goodman 