Frida's Bed QUOTES

1 " And then came the pain. First in her leg, as if something had sunk its teeth into it. A huge beast, a dog, maybe. It locked its jaws onto her limb and tore at the muscles with its teeth. She screamed, that was all she could do, scream. She could not describe the feeling of having her body ripped apart. She remembered her father's despair, his face as he leaned over her bed, and his words: What is it, tell me, what is it? As she writhed in pain, soaked in her own sweat, Don Guillermo, her kind, good father, waited for her to tell him. For an explanation. A meaningful verbalization of this horror, so that he could understand what was happening to his child. Otherwise, how could he help her? Because her frenzied cries were not enough. Pain needs to be articulated, communicated. It needs a kind of dialogue. It needs words. But only screams and shrieks of pain escaped from the child's lips. "

― Slavenka Drakulić , Frida's Bed

3 " She was convinced the demonic pain she had suffered in her leg as a child had been in some sort of preparation for the accident. Engraved in her memory was how she had been left speechless by the first attack. She had yet to accept that pain cannot be expressed in words but only in inarticulate screams. It took time before she could put brush to canvas, and still more time before she could paint pictures that screamed. In place of the screams themselves. In place of verbal descriptions. She owed it to her father, she thought, to the frantic look in his eyes which she would never forget, and to his words: 'Tell me, tell me! "

― Slavenka Drakulić , Frida's Bed

5 " A ipak, trebao mi je čitav život da shvatim kako svi ljudi nisu jednaki i kako čine samo ono što mogu, da daju samo koliko imaju - i da je to dragocjeno. "

― Slavenka Drakulić , Frida's Bed

7 " Na koncu konca, što je ljubav? Sad mi se čini da je to tek riječ za čitav niz osjećaja, od nježnosti do solidarnosti i strasti. Jer ne treba zaboraviti da je jezik neprecizan instrument, za razliku od slikarstva ili muzike. Ljubav je zajednički nazivnik, obična košara u koju čovjek trpa svašta. Svaštara, dakle. "

― Slavenka Drakulić , Frida's Bed

9 " Svatko je dužan napraviti najbolje što može od onoga što ga je zapalo, jer smisao života je upravo življenje samo. Postojati, usprkos svemu. Osjećati, gledati, sudjelovati. Veseliti se. Nije na dana druga šansa, drugi život. "

― Slavenka Drakulić , Frida's Bed

11 " The principal difference between her "seductive" and her other self-portraits was the absence of self-awareness in the former and its strong presence in the latter. With time, she became brutally direct. In her later self-portraits she was no longer beautiful, merely odd-looking. She did not seduce, she simply drew attention to herself. Her face became hard, serious. The pronounced cheekbones and heavy eyebrows looks as if they had been carved out of stone. The stern black eyes looked either straight through or straight past the viewer. She deliberately exaggerated the brutality of her self-portraits. She was saying: Look at me, I'm alive and it hurts. These self-portraits were like attestations to her existence: one, two, three, four...Exhibitionism, they said. But for her, painting self-portraits was a kind of magical rite, a kind of exorcism. "

― Slavenka Drakulić , Frida's Bed

13 " It is not true that you feel something when you are in an accident. There is no feeling, no thought. You do and you do not exist, like a particle of dust swirling in the air. You see the blue sky and you are part of it, you are a part of the air, the water, the greenery in the park. You drift in a silence where you cannot even hear the beating of your own heart. Isn't that the experience of nothingness? "

― Slavenka Drakulić , Frida's Bed