Kahlo out of the closet (or box)

This month's ARTnews tells of the restoration of a dozen dresses once worn by Frida Kaholo that, along with some of her crutches, photographs, bed linens, and jewels, had until last March been kept locked in a box since Diego Rivera's death. Does the idea of a women having to go underground/under lock and key upon the death of "her man" rankle anyone else? Woman as ornament, as accessory, as excess, as access.

I'm no fashionista, but I appreciate a good accessory as much as the next reasonably Vogue-alert gal or guy. So I can't wait to see Frieda's jewelry (and, I must admit, her crutches). And as Andre Breton said, Frida's work is a ribbon around a bomb. Here's to accessories (i.e., jewels, ribbons and the like).

If I were a jewel in Kahlo's jewerly box, which jewel would I be? Let's consult Miss Dickinson for the answer.

Today's Dickinsonian oracle says:

The smouldering embers blush
Oh Heart within the Coal
Has thou survived so many years?
The smouldering embers smile -

Soft stirs the news of Light
The stolid seconds glow
One requisite has Fire that lasts
Prmetheus never knew -
(E. Dickinson, 1143)

A "heart within the coal..." I'll take it.