The Sun’s rays spin out from the center of this caftan in sharp shards. The pattern has a rhythm surrounded by darkness. It made made me think of one of Frida’s last diary entries after her art show in Mexico City. It was 1953 and all her work was gathered together and exhibited in grand style. Frida’s health was failing and she was carried to the her the opening of her art exhibit in her bed. It was placed at the center of the gallery where so she could participate in this incredible event and greet her friends. Frida wore her native costume and jewelry, but it was clear by her gaunt, pale face that this would be a farewell to her art and life.