San Franciscans: This is the final week to check out SFMOMA‘s brilliant retrospective of Francesca Woodman’s photography. A highly original artist of the ‘70s, the bulk Woodman’s photographs are hazy yet incredibly intimate self-portraits.
I find there is something a little haunting about her work, especially in terms of her subversion of the female body. (Which I’m totally on board with, obvs.) After looking at Woodman’s work, I’m left with a lingering sense of the grotesque. It’s part of the reason I like her work so much. Of course, this may have to do with my awareness that she threw herself out of a NYC loft window and died at age 22.
If you can’t check out the exhibition, for real, buy the book. There’s also this one.
