My love of art started when I was very young, I didn't even know how cruel the world was just yet, but I knew I loved art. I knew art was always going to be an escape, a beautiful world I can make and build around myself when the real world wasn't safe. I grew up between 3 households and way too many traumatizing encounters, many that made me hate myself. But something I could never hate was my art.
For many years I would draw for myself, and in elementary school something shifted. I began to write and draw picture books for other people in my grade, to entertain them and to tell stories maybe they would want to understand better. Ever since then, I wanted more. I would push to write stories and draw my own books. Many were drafted, thrown away, lost. But my push didn't stop with some lost copies.
I stopped writing in my middle school and my first 2 years of high school; I would draw but I refused to write. Words, I had learned, were variable. They were only important if the reader believed so, and who wanted to listen to a child who was ripped out of their safe space even when she was safe? No one, because no one listened. That changed the last 2 years of my high school career. I came back home after a long and tedious fight. I began to work while in school, and pushed harder than I ever had before. I became determined to become someone important, to make myself something with my art. In my last year of school I learned about many women who fought to be someone, just like I had, but one stuck with me.
That woman was Frida Kahlo. A woman of so much pain and so much determination. Learning about her was fun and interesting, sure. But if you look, I mean /really/ look at the woman she was, you can see a brave young woman who went through many hardships and knew her worth, even if the man wasn't for her. She made herself into a beautiful, recognizable, and remembered female artist. She refused any other path and through the constant pain and torture, she bloomed, like a flower in early fall, and let her petals carry her history. She is an artist that will forever stick with me, and in a way, I can see myself in her shoes, just different situations. Her art is earth-shattering and genuine, she put on a show for no one. And personally, I strive to do the same.