Thank you Francesca Woodman

One of the very few artist that have really shocked me.
Daughter of artists, she began photography in a really early stage; the first photo in this series I publish was made when she was only 13 years old.
Her self portraiture is by far the most enigmatic I´ve ever seen. A border line between joy and desperation. Celebration of life or silent pain.
With these sexually charged, kinetic portrayals, she showed herself to the world; I guess in a mix between self discovery and honest ego disclosure.

Her work is inevitably linked to her life, given the fact that she killed herself at the age of 22. And, although one could start to see demons in her photos by knowing this fact, apparently they where made before any psychological crisis and with a certain type of joy.
Her creativity was dwindled in the last year of her life, given (apparently) because of a love crisis that actually pushed her into suicide.

I am gladly surprised to know that a movie was recently made in collaboration with her parents ( and that there will be upcoming exhibitions of her work in the UK very soon.

Really looking forward for both.

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