Child of my heart
Tomorrow is another day . . .
Sung in a small Mexico City gallery last week, this serenade was the climax of a long and happy evening for the frail, dark-eyed woman lying there in a great four-poster bed. She was Frida Kahlo, invalid wife of Muralist Diego Rivera and Mexico's best woman painter (TIME, Nov. 14, 1938). For her first public show in Mexico, 200 friends, fellow artists and critics had turned out to sing, sip Scotch, and applaud her delicate surrealistic pictures.
The 30 oils and 20 drawings represented...