Our skull squad is all set up and lookin good at the Handmade and Vintage market in Paris, Ontario! 💀💕 The event runs from 10-3 at the Paris Fairgrounds and will be filled with treasures sure to appeal to both men & women! With 100 vendors bringing vintage, retro, rustic, reclaimed, upscale rummage & handmade you're sure to find something unique! Visit us and check out our latest sugar skulls and enamelware. 💀💕
The Broken Column was painted by Frida Kahlo in 1944 shortly after she had had spinal surgery to correct on-going problems which had resulted from a serious traffic accident when the painter was eighteen years old.
This painting is available as a print in my Etsy store. We live in the fifth creation, four suns having been previously created, all of which were destroyed and the earth along with them, in terrible cataclysms. After the destruction of the Fourth Sun, the Teteo wished to make a new world and a new sun. And so they summoned two Teteo to become the new sun; one was poor and diseased, the other rich and vain. They were to jump in the Spirit Fire at Teotihuacan, and be reborn as the sun. The rich lord was to have jumped first, as the senior of the two, but when the time came to jump into the fire, he became afraid, and could not bring himself to do, the fire was so fierce. So the second, poor and humble lord leapt without fear into the fire, and was instantly consumed. When the rich Teotl saw what he had done, he too jumped into the fire, and died. Then, two suns rose in the East, both equally bright, for two Teteo had sacrificed themselves in the Spirit Fire. The gathered Teteo thought it unfair that both the cowardly lord and the brave lord should both be equally bright, so they threw a rabbit in the face of the second, cowardly Teotl, and dimmed his light, transforming him into the moon.
After the brave Teotl had risen into the sky, now transformed into Tonatiuh the Sun, he needed strength to move. Here, in the upper image, Quetzalcoatl, lord of creation and of the wind, leaps into the sky, and blows on the face of the sun and sets him in his eternal revolutions. Below, the sun sets for the first time. His eye is wide open and staring, for he has died; he is wrapped in a bundle, as the dead were wrapped before the coming of the Europeans, and his body is adorned with paper flags, symbols of death. He is swallowed by Tlaltecuhtli, the Teotl of the Earth, for he will spend the night in the underworld, among the dead, awaiting his rebirth in the morning.