
WalÂter Keane—supposed painter of “Big Eyed ChilÂdren” and subÂject of a 2014 Tim BurÂton film—made a killing, attainÂing almost Thomas Kinkade-like staÂtus in the midÂdleÂbrow art marÂket of the 1950s and 60s. As it turns out, his wife, MarÂgaret was in fact the artist, “paintÂing 16 hours a day,” accordÂing to a Guardian proÂfile. In some part, the stoÂry may illusÂtrate how easy it was for a man like WalÂter to get milÂlions of peoÂple to see what they wantÂed to see in the picÂture of success—a charisÂmatÂic, talÂentÂed man in front, his quiÂet, dutiÂful wife behind. BurÂton may not have takÂen too much license with the comÂmonÂplace attiÂtudes of the day when he has Christoph Waltz’s WalÂter Keane tell MarÂgaret, “SadÂly, peoÂple don’t buy lady art.”
And yet, far from the Keanes’ San FranÂcisÂco, and perÂhaps as far as a perÂson can get from Margaret’s frusÂtratÂed acquiÂesÂcence, we have FriÂda Kahlo creÂatÂing a body of work that would evenÂtuÂalÂly overÂshadÂow her husband’s, muralÂist Diego Rivera. Unlike WalÂter Keane, Rivera was a very good painter who did not attempt to overÂshadÂow his wife. Instead of proÂfesÂsionÂal jealÂousy, he had plenÂty of the perÂsonÂal variÂety. Even so, Rivera encourÂaged Kahlo’s career and recÂogÂnized her forÂmiÂdaÂble talÂent, and she, in turn, supÂportÂed him. In 1933, when FloÂrence Davies—whom Kahlo biogÂraÂphÂer GerÂry Souter describes as “a local news hen”—caught up with her in Detroit, Kahlo “played the cheeky, but adorÂing wife” of Diego while he labored to finÂish his famous Detroit murÂal project.
That may be so, but she did not do so at her own expense. Quite the conÂtrary. Asked if Diego taught her to paint, she replies, “’No, I didn’t study with Diego. I didn’t study with anyÂone. I just startÂed to paint.’” At which point, writes Davies, “her eyes begin to twinÂkle” as she goes on to say, “’Of course, he does pretÂty well for a litÂtle boy, but it is I who am the big artist.’” Davies praisÂes Kahlo’s style as “skillÂful and beauÂtiÂful” and the artist herÂself as “a miniaÂture-like litÂtle perÂson with her long black braids wound demureÂly about her head and a foolÂish litÂtle rufÂfled apron over her black silk dress.” And yet, despite Kahlo’s conÂfiÂdence and seriÂous intent, repÂreÂsentÂed by a promiÂnent phoÂto of her at seriÂous work, Davies—or more likeÂly her editor—decided to title the artiÂcle, “Wife of the MasÂter MurÂal Painter GleeÂfulÂly DabÂbles in Works of Art,” a move that reminds me of WalÂter Keane’s patronÂizÂing attiÂtude.

The belitÂtling headÂline is quaint and disÂheartÂenÂing, speakÂing to us, like the unearthed 1938 letÂter from DisÂney to an aspirÂing female aniÂmaÂtor, of the cruÂelÂty of casuÂal sexÂism. Davies apparÂentÂly filed anothÂer artiÂcle on Rivera the year priÂor. This time the headÂline doesn’t menÂtion FriÂda, though her fierce unflinchÂing gaze, not Rivera’s wrestler’s mug, again adorns the spread. One senÂtence in the artiÂcle says it all: “FreÂda [sic], it must be underÂstood, is SenoÂra Rivera, who came very near to stealÂing the show.” Davies then goes on to again describe Kahlo’s appearÂance, notÂing of her work only that “she does paint with great charm.” Six years latÂer, Kahlo would indeed steal the show at her first and only solo show in the UnitÂed States, then again in Paris, where surÂreÂalÂist maeÂstro Andre BreÂton chamÂpiÂoned her work and the LouÂvre bought a paintÂing, its first by a twenÂtiÂeth-cenÂtuÂry MexÂiÂcan artist.
And MarÂgaret Keane? She evenÂtuÂalÂly sued WalÂter and now reaps her own rewards. You can buy one of her paintÂings here.
Note: An earÂliÂer verÂsion of this post appeared on our site in 2015.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
PhoÂtos of a Very Young FriÂda Kahlo, TakÂen by Her Dad
A Brief AniÂmatÂed IntroÂducÂtion to the Life and Work of FriÂda Kahlo
Josh Jones is a writer and musiÂcian based in Durham, NC. FolÂlow him at @jdmagness







