Often blurred and seeming to blend into interiors, Woodman’s photographs evoke a haunting, haunted world wherein her own physical self appears to vanish—or emerge—before our eyes.
Aaron Krach’s book, ‘The Author of This Book Committed Suicide’, is something of a meditation on the matter of suicide.
”Start to live; start to see how you can be dead and alive at the same time instead of alive and alive.”
To interpret Woodman’s work entirely through her death is reductive and backwards-facing. It’s the stated goal of this monograph to set aside the dominant interpretation of Woodman’s work, which sees her photography as an anticipation of her suicide. Focus on the Feminine Self and Set Aside the Suicide of Francesca Woodman By Owen Campbell, ASX, […]
Then she appeared at the door, and compared with my image of her, she might almost have been her own daughter. A Visit with Diane Arbus – On a Hot Summer Day in New York, One Month Before Her Death By Allan Porter On a hot, muggy afternoon in New York, I took a […]
The work of late American photographer Francesca Woodman, produced from the mid- to late-1970s, displays a unique artistic displacement and transformation of ‘feminine’ identity.