After her schooling Frida decided to pursue her career in medical science due to her academic excellence. Her father introduced her to the creative aspects of Painting and Photography and taught her about literature, he also encouraged her towards sports. He was her favorite parent who taught her tenderness of nature and animals in contrary to her mother who was deeply and fanatically religious, who taught her about religion, christianity and the colourful Mexican culture.
On one fine dreadful day while returning from her school, Frida met with an accident, a disaster which would live with her, her whole life. The wooden vehicle she was riding in crashed with a car which left the wooden vehicle in splinters and almost all the passengers were killed on the spot or fatally injured. Frida herself was broken in many places, a handrail pierced through her waist and came out from her vagina, fracturing her pelvic bone, the accident made her a cripple, both her legs were fractured in several places, her collarbone, her ribs, her spine, the injuries were so severe that she was put into a plaster corset which cemented her to the bed for nearly a year.
Painting gave her the joy which she missed in her life, it gave an opening to the creative instinct that was embedded within her. The isolation gave her the opportunity to contemplate on life and her overall existence which made her desire to begin again. She quotes “I paint things just as i saw them with my own eyes, nothing more”
They enjoyed each other’s company, Diego was a man with whom anyone could talk equally, he would come to the level of any individual and talk tirelessly. Despite of their age difference Frida drew toward him, fascinated by the same charm, her affection for him grew in a strong bond and of course, LOVE.
She became feeble day by day, her health deteriorated a lot, on heavy medications and strict bed rest, frustrated of her own agony Frida Kahlo lived a dying life. Deprived of joy, she could only paint brokenness wishing only to live as long as she could paint.
On her deathbed contemplating life she quotes “I hope the leaving is joyful, and i hope never to return”.