Visiting the La Casa Azul (Blue House) of Frida Kahlo in Mexico City was something I was genuinely excited about — seeing the place where she lived, created, and kept going despite everything life threw at her. But honestly, the saddest part was how commercialized it...
There is something about Frida Kahlo that refuses to stay inside a museum. You encounter her on street murals in Mexico City, on hotel walls in Tbilisi, on the menus of cafes named after her in cities she never set foot in. More than 70 years after her death, the...
I've always been drawn to Van Gogh—not just for the swirling skies and vibrant sunflowers that everyone knows, but for his letters. Reading his correspondence to Theo, fellow artists, and friends, I discovered the man behind the paintings: vulnerable, passionate, and...