Frida Kahlo's Painting in Progress

My Birth
Detroit, MI 1933

$ 1800

“Sunday evening Frida was so blue and menstruating so she went to bed and the Doctor came and told her, as usual, it was nothing and she must lie quiet. In the night I heard the worst cries of despair but thinking that Diego would call me if I could help, I only dosed and had nightmares. At 5AM Diego rushes in the room all disheveled and pale and asks me to call up the doctor. They came at 6 with an ambulance and got her in the agonies of birth pain out of the pools of blood she had made and over the huge clots of blood she kept losing. She looked so tiny, 12 years old, her tresses wet with tears.”