"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I was introduced to you young. Well, I’m still young. But younger.

My mum loves you and your art. She wrote a piece of writing about you recently, and it’s going to be published in a compilation of those works.

When I was 8, I made a sketchbook about you. With facts and biographies, and attempts at your drawings. My teacher was impressed, my classmates laughed.

When I was 12, a year ago, we did a piece on our heroes and heroines. I chose you. I
wrote more about you, in more depth now, and more about your life. Again, my teacher was impressed, my classmates laughed. Not even at my work, but at the portraits you have done naked. They shuddered at some, commented that some of them were weird. They don’t understand symbolism.

I didn’t care. I kept on with my research. This time, I didn’t attempt to copy. I didn’t feel it was right, I didn’t want to do an injustice.

I don’t just find your art inspiring. I find your life inspiring, too. Your polio and your family, your education, your history with Diego.

Your spirit lives on, Frida.

Your spirit lives on.