A few weeks ago, my lovely friend and photographer Megan Mcisaac turned me on to the Francesca Woodman photo book at Ampersand. Oh man. Oh my. I’m hooked. Haunted a bit even. Her self-portraiture of peeling walls and lightly blurred women. Intimate and other worldly, I suggest you take a look.
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on being an angel, francesca woodman
“A person, scattered in space and time, is no longer a woman but a series of events on which we can throw no light, a series of insoluble problems” – Marcel Proust (1923)
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