Back to life, witnessing color
Friday morning, I woke up to a clear head for the first time in over a week, and it felt like revelation. Cold medicine scales fell from my mind, and I could see again and witness. A perfect spring day, Friday, sunshine, trees, flowers.
And art, and friends. I hugged dear ones before they went to a show in the afternoon, and then I went and immersed myself in Frida Kahlo’s art. I first encountered Kahlo in a kitschy shop in Rockport as a college student. I loved the colorful lacquered box emblazoned with one of her self-portraits.
A promise to keep
It was some time before I learned that Frida Kahlo was more than a cool clock or tote bag, but I know now. What a genius, I thought to myself as her paintings, animated flew around me, loud music disorienting. People, around me, quiet, witnessing.
I remembered encountering her Self Portrait with Monkey and Parrot in Buenos Aires, and how I’d vowed in that moment to someday visit La Casa Azul in Mexico, a promise I still need to keep.
Afterwards, I wandered through the Public Garden and the Common, and went home via the new Green Line extension. Light has returned to our evenings, and people flocked to the garden to admire the flowering trees and photograph their quinceañeras and engagements so that others may witness.
Ollie and I returned to our walks, and I returned to stalking gardens, glimpsing greens and reds and pinks along familiar paths. I felt happy, clear, and free to witness color.
Gallery: Sundry Wonders from Sundry Wanders
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