flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
True story — my mom took me with her to a Frida Kahlo retrospective when I was maybe 7 years old? And in her defense, she wasn’t actually familiar with Kahlo’s work at the time, she just knew that there was a show about a female artist and why not? A normal kid might have been fine anyway, but I was already dealing with a wide range of phobias and anxieties and the pile was constantly growing, and Frida Kahlo’s brain is TERRIFYING, y’all. Colourful, but terrifying.
I have a few proportion issues to fix and I need to splice in the bottom bit, but you get the idea.