Perhaps I only imagined it, but on my way out to buy some fruit or something I got stuck behind two people walking very close together on the pavement. They were deep in conversation about something important, or at very least specific.
While I was deciding whether or not to go past them, one turned to the other and asked 'but what would Frida do?' It sounded a lot like 'Frida' anyway.
And it was strange because I have been thinking quite a bit about Frida Kahlo recently. To tell the truth, it all felt quite serendipitous.
At the market I bought quite a lot of plums. Then I went home again.
I wanted a Frida Kahlo tattoo on my - (2017)
Step ladder, plums, textile