If you come across work by Frida Kahlo, try to make it a surprise, try to go alone. Print out a painting on bad paper, only when your printer’s ink cartridge is running out, and go to a park with it. 

Take nothing else. Forget that it’s a piece by Frida Kahlo. Go and spend some time with it, as you might a new friend, and see what it has to say, by itself, in the silence, in the park, on a Tuesday morning, on a surprisingly warm - out of season - day. And as you get to know each other, vow never, NEVER to visit the Casa Azul, or stand in line to watch art, ever again.