Dear Frida,

It is 4:08am and I am wide awake despite the melatonin I took to subdue my consciousness.  I am watching a documentary about you... "The Life and Times of Frida Kahlo" by Amy Stechler.. It's my favourite film.

I have painted you into one of my paintings... right next to Salvador Dali. I hope you don't mind. I have this funny notion that his wild mustache and your beautiful unibrow belong together. Like two wildly rebellious facial hair peas in a pod, perfect individuality hair yin & yang, legend.

You are very very original Ms. Kahlo Rivera. I admire that about you very much.

And I feel for some reason that I can understand you on a much deeper level than most.

I too feel tortured.  Born into this world with beauty and brains but the strength and stubbornness of a tomboy, I feel I understand you.

I wish you could see my work, some of my paintings and tell me what you think.

This past year has been the most difficult of my life. I yearn for your wisdom and guidance.

I know only you could really understand and identify with the pain I have been through.

I like to think that we are friends. Like kindred spirits displaced across a vast array of time, space and constellations...

You are me Frida, and I am You....

That is why I write.

I can only hope that within this attempt to connect with you; I can find your true voice to help guide me along my path.

With Love,
Lisa Marie