It's something of a Minneapolis-New York-World week here at kottke.org. As if I needed an excuse to post about Peter Schjeldahl's write-up of the new Kahlo exhibit at the Walker in this week's New Yorker:
...her pansexual charisma, shadowed by tales of ghastly physical and emotional suffering, makes her an avatar of liberty and guts. However, Kahlo's eminence wobbles unless her work holds up. A retrospective at the Walker Art Center, in Minneapolis, proves that it does, and then some. She made some iffy symbological pictures and a few perfectly awful ones—forgivably, given their service to her always imperilled morale—but her self-portraits cannot be overpraised.
