For those of you not familiar with Chapultepec, it is a park—more commonly known as the "Bosque de Chapultepec" (Chapultepec Forest). It is in Mexico City and is one of the largest city parks in the Western Hemisphere.
The following is a translation of the quote below, which accompanied the Guillermo Kahlo's photo.
A group of boys pose for photographer Guillermo Kahlo's lens at the Moctezuma Cypress tree known as "The Sargent" around 1904. In the background, you can see the "Tribuna Monumental de Chapultepec", which was built at the beginning of the last century by Nicolás Mariscal and converted decades later into a monument in honor of the members of the 201st Squadron.
Un grupo de niños posan para la lente del fotógrafo Guillermo Kahlo en el ahuehuete conocido como "El Sargento" alrededor de 1904. En el fondo se aprecia la Tribuna Monumental de Chapultepec, construida a inicios del siglo pasado por Nicolás Mariscal y convertida décadas después en un monumento a los integrantes del Escuadrón 201.
Imagen del álbum "México y Chapultepec"
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Broad Strokes, NMWA's Blog for the 21st Century, October 28, 2010
Despite her father’s harsh judgment—or perhaps because of it—Frida continued to advance her artistic career. And she not only received the approval and support of her husband, but also that of Pablo Picasso and French surrealist André Breton. During Guillermo’s lifetime, Frida’s work was exhibited in New York and Paris, although not in Mexico. While she did not have great expectations concerning her career, and stated that “I continue to dabble in paint. I paint little, but I feel that I am learning something,”[xvi] painting was more than her occupation; it was her calling.
Although Guillermo was eager for the “final voyage” (i.e., death) following the loss of his wife, he would survive her by nine years. When he died of a heart attack in 1941, his favorite daughter was devastated. Writing to her medical advisor and good friend Dr. Leo Eloesser, Frida stated the following: “My father’s death has been something awful for me. I think that is why I have gone very much downhill and lost a lot of weight once more. Do you remember how handsome and how good he was?”
It would take Frida ten years to honor the memory of her father in the manner most appropriate for her: in an oil portrait. In this Guillermo appears looking sideways, accompanied by the photographic equipment that was so much a part of his life. As in the traditional ex votos, the painting includes a written garland with the following explanation: “I painted my father Wilhelm Kahlo, of Hungarian-German origin, professional artist/photographer, whose nature was generous, intelligent, and polite. He was courageous, having suffered from epilepsy for sixty years, but he never stopped working and he fought against Hitler. Adoringly, his daughter Frida.”