When Frida Kahlo was 18 years old, she seemed on the verge of claiming the life she’d imagined. The daughter of a German artist father and a Mexican mother, Kahlo had wanted to be a doctor since she was a child. She was pursuing that dream through her studies at the National Preparatory School in Mexico City, about an hour’s drive from her hometown of Coyoacan. Though she was clearly a talented artist, art remained at the periphery of her life.
On September 17, 1925, that all changed. After a day of classes, Kahlo and her friend Alejandro Gomez Arias boarded a bus heading toward Coyoacan. Minutes after they sat down on a wooden bench, the bus turned a corner and slammed into an electric trolley car traveling at full speed. “The streetcar crushed the bus against the street corner,” Kahlo told author Raquel Tibol in Frida Kahlo: An Open Life. “It was a strange crash, not violent but dull and slow, and it injured everyone, me much more seriously.”
After the crash, Kahlo felt the bottom had dropped out of everything she’d known. But as her body healed—a process that took many months—her views of life and art radically transformed. While confined to bed, seeing very few visitors, she began painting more and more. “The loneliness led her to start expressing in a way that she wasn't doing before,” says performer Vanessa Severo, creator of the play Frida… A Self Portrait. “She was telling her story by painting it.”