When I dream

I dream of love

awakened,

 the nightmares come 

I live my life

as I must

amid the blows

and angry gusts

I lend my voice 

to the dirty drone

But when I sing

I sing alone

When I dream

my soul is free

my life is more

than I now see...

I have long been puzzled by and yet admired Frida Kahlo. She seems to have been born in a tempest, tossed and wounded she carried on, determined to have a life. She was a rare and balanced mixture of exuberant joy, and a quiet strength. She appears to have mastered the art of the broken heart and remained open,vulnerable to love. That is all that one can ask of God and life.

This Art work was created in CS 6, using several standard and a few created digital brushes.