I DON’T NEED FEET IF I HAVE WINGS TO FLY…

Suite that reminds us of the magic brushstrokes of the painter Frida Kahlo, the artist who put together her anguish, fears, wishes and obsessions on the canvases that belong to all of us today. In approximately 50 years, she reflected her most yearned dreams on paintings she did mainly laid up in bed and in a wheelchair. Frida died loving Diego, believing in communism and never stopping dreaming...