It was a painful afternoon in June 2014 when Frida was born inside me. I threw myself from the couch, I wore a colorful shawl and some bronze earrings, cut fresh roses from my garden, and took the first self portrait. The transformation was redeeming and addictive … I loved her … because she loved her pain and clearly depicted her nightmares and her particular mental state. Frida sensitized her horror and at the same time dissolved it, giving a brilliant example of human power, inwardness and will for life, but not afraid of death at all! This series of self-portraits is an attempt to discover the Frida that lies within me and travel to her world, a world where there is no boundary between the objective real and the imaginary absurd.
By Parthena Charistea