The Two Fridas

I must have been 6 years old when I experienced intensely an imaginary friendship with a little girl more or less the same age as me. On the glass window of what at that time was my room … I breathed vapor onto one of the first panes. I let out a breath and with a finger I drew a “door” … I went out in my imagination, through this “door.” I crossed the whole plain … until I arrived at the dairy called “Pinzon” … I entered by the “O” … and I went down in great haste into the interior of the earth, where “my imaginary friend” was always waiting for me. I do not remember her image or her color. But I do know that she was gay – she laughed a lot. Without sounds. She was agile and she danced as if she weighed nothing at all. I followed her in all her movements and while she danced I told her my secret problems. Which ones? I do not remember … When I returned to the window I entered through the same door drawn on the glass pane … I was happy. I blurred the “door” with my hand and it “disappeared.”

Frida Kahlo. Diary [entry on the origins of the double portrait The Two Fridas], quoted in Hayden Herrera. Frida: a biorgraphy of Frida Kahlo. Bloomsbury, 2003: 14-15.