This article forms part of the Decorative and Applied Arts Encyclopedia, a master reference hub providing a structured overview of design history, materials, movements, and practitioners.
Oh, Frida in the city of lights,
Where shadows play in silent nights.
In smoky rooms where artists dwell,
She wove her magic, cast her spell.
With heart bared open, raw and true,
Her pain a palette, bruised and blue.
Eyes painted stories deep and wide,
Of love and loss and wounded pride.
She stood as both the muse and art,
With Paris held within her heart.
Amidst the bright and dark parade,
Her strength was painted, never swayed.
In Paris skies she left her mark,
A fierce and vivid, blazing spark.
Not just a lover, broken and torn,
But as a woman, fierce and worn.
Oh, Frida in the city’s glow,
Your heart beat wild and whispered low,
Of dreams and wounds, and life unbound—
Your spirit lost, yet Paris found.
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