Frida Kahlo stood beside me, her arm around me, her thick gorilla fur brushing against my face. From several feet away, my husband took a photo with an instant camera. I was smiling. But was she? Hard to tell under that big hairy mask, but I’m sure I could feel she was. Statistics and evidence of discrimination against women in the art world still blazed in my mind from the presentation just given. I had so many questions for her, and none were about her personal, icon-filled self-portraits.
