One day while thinking about Frida Kahlo's life, I imagined the kind of frame that would be fitting for my painting of her. She lived with so much pain for most of her adult life and because of it, it inspired her to make art. I took a frame, and drilled some holes in the side. Then, I put different sized screws and nails around the frame...some of which came from my dad's stash of miscellaneous hardware on his workbench. I think he'd like that. I painted bands of red, turquoise, white, black and yellow along the shank of the screws. Seemed to evoke Mexico.
You know, I just realize I worked on this frame mostly this summer while recovering from shoulder surgery. I literally was in pain as I was putting them in there and it was one of the first things I attempted after surgery. Kind of fitting, huh?