December 20, 2010
Francesca Woodman was born (like me) in 1958. But she killed herself in 1981. She was 22. Her photographs were refused almost everywhere and today she's considered as a great artist. One more. Once again. Most of her pictures were self-portraits. It's true that there is a gap between the interesting shots I post sometimes and the artistic power of the pictures above. Here photography grabs some of our most terrible sensation of non-existence, of being nobody, and puts it in our face. We are ghosts and we'll finish as stuffed animal in a cabinet of curiosities.