This is a selection of images I somehow was brought to as a natural consequence of my current state of mind.
Ever since the first time I saw Frida Kahlo‘s paintings (long before that Hollywood movie, I might add) was I fascinated by the strength and pain depicted in the images she produced. If aching has a translation, here it is:
Isn’t it striking how agony can be turned into an image even by the use of bright, vivid colors? The true genius of Kahlo lies in this ability in my humble opinion.
Then I saw this picture:
It is like the animal had been caught wandering around the house. Or maybe it owns the place and the photographer just happened to be there. Wouldn’t that be an interesting perspective?
My mind is drifting today.