The Elephant and the Pigeon
Diego was already a well-known artist, an intelligent and charming man, and a lover of art and women. At the time Frida dabbled in painting, endured the aftermath of her accident, and in her convalescence, an additional pain would be added to her life: “Diego” a forbidden love.
The love, attraction, magic, and loss of love, were all part of their relationship from the very beginning; and extended through their separation, and their second marriage. Despite of it all, did the elephant love the Pigeon?
Or rather is love something so complex that it can cause suffering? Or is to know someone, understand them, and accept them just as they are, the truer definition of love? Do we live in a society where Romeo cannot freely and openly love Juliet because he is blinded by physical beauty, money, and status, at the expense of internal beauty?
A common story is that of Emmanuel Macron, the President of France, and his wife Brigitte. He seduced her with his charm, intelligence, and love for politics; and despite the fact that she is twenty-four years his senior, they decided to break social and cultural norms to live a real, true, and (so far) lasting love.
In the case of Diego, love turned to nostalgia. July 13, 1954, was the most tragic day of his life because he realized he lost the love of his life…his Pigeon.
Do forbidden loves or those chastised by society eventually become extraordinary love stories?