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Just last year i read an article about the "Frida" movie that was to be released. A short biography about Frida Kahlo that the writer incorporated into the text made me curious. Luckily, the release of the movie enhanced an exploision of a Kahlo-cult, with books and documentaries available almost everywhere. Having read the biography by Hayden Herrera (on which the movie was based), i became a "fan" and admirer. A few months later and i have read Frida's diary, have a picture book and have aspirations to go to Mexico. Most of all, i want to go there to see the houses in which she lived during her childhood and during her marriage(s) to Diego Riviera.

But the obsession does not end there. Suddenly my room is brightened up with all kinds of little mexicana-stuff: candles with jesus on it, little mexican wrestling action figures, and all sorts of crappy stuff Frida would have liked. Mix that with film memorabilia and you go loco.

Then i discovered the music of Chingon, Robert Rodriquez's band and the paintings of George Yepes. It's a slow progress, but i'm increasingly interested in a country that hasn't crossed my mind as a place of interest just two years ago.

Maybe it's the brightness of colors, or the uplifting music. The notion that it's a country where the lines of poverty and richness are so strict and to be seen on every street corner. Maybe it's the richness of it's history.Or the way they have such a strong belief in their religion. But maybe it's just the way the people can make such music and art even though the circumstances are terrible. I'm not a religious person, but the way they cling on to their religion, music and art is something to be admired.

So, coming year i'll try to save some money, so i can make a trip to the country i have gotten to like...a lot.