It must have been no small feat for the pretty young Mexican bride to be seen doing portraits next to her famous husband Diego Rivera who was working on his socialist-realist murals in San Francisco. This was in 1930; they were just married. As she was such a delicate, exotic flower next to the gigantic,
big-bellied Diego, the fact that Frida was “painting too” was worth a mention in the society columns of the city. As irony has it, only half a century later the little wife’s fame as a painter had eclipsed her husband’s.