We [Frida and Diego] moved from the house on Reforma [street] to Coyoacán, and that had an enormous influence on me. How we painted the house and the Mexican furniture, all that influenced my painting a lot. While still on Reforma, I painted a self-portrait [Self-portrait 'Time Flies', 1929] that is owned by Morillo Safa. Once in Coyoacán I began to make paintings with backgrounds and Mexican things in them. I painted the portraits of Hale's sister.. ..and the one of Diego, which I did not finish [this painting is lost and was never documented before]. Those three paintings, who knows where they are. Mirillo Safa has the third self-portrait [her Self-portrait of 1930], showing me bald and sitting in a cane chair. (1950)

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...también me mentía a mi misma, al decir que mi rechazo eran miedo a volver a sentir eso por alguien más; eran las tontas esperanzas de verte volver, tu que siempre tuviste las palabras para sanarme o romperme...

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I was already interested in painting when I was about twelve. I was about fifteen when I began to draw. I have the first drawing, a self-portrait that I did in 1925 [in fact she did this self-portrait in 1927 and gave it to a grade-school friend and wrote above her drawn head: 'Here I am sending you my portrait, so you will remember me'] I began to paint after the [bus] accident, I made the self-portrait with the clouds and the portraits of Adriana Kahlo, Lira, Alicia Galant, Christina Kahlo and Agustin Olmedo. All, more or less, are from the same period. With the last ones, I was wearing the cast corset [because of her injury by the bus accident in 1925 with her boy-friend Gomez Arias]. I would get out of the bed and paint at night. (1950)

A vida é cruel por ter inventado a memória. Como os velhos que recobram em matizes suas lembranças mais antigas, à beira da morte minha memória gravita em torno do sol, e como ele clareia tudo! Tudo é presente, nada está perdido. É como uma força oculta que nos impele para nos estimular de novo: diante da evidência de que não mais haverá futuro, o passado se amplifica, suas raízes engrossam, tudo em mim é rizosfera, as cores se cristalizam sobre cada estrato, a mais insignificante imagem toca o seu absoluto, o coração bate em crescendo.