Born in 1958 to artist parents -Betty Woodman is a ceramicist and
sculptor, her father George a painter and photographer- Francesca Woodman was largely
unknown during her life. She spent her childhood between Boulder, Colorado and Italy, eventually attending the Rhode Island School of Design where she graduated from in 1979.
Woodman began to show an interest in photography from the age of 13, and her first photograph was a self-portrait.
For the remainder of her brief career her own body “became both the subject and object of her
work; shown in various stages of transformation, deformation, alteration
She was drawn to Surrealism, and followed the movement’s
tradition of not explaining work: this has left the interpretation of her highly personal photographs to critics who often have their own agendas. She has been redesigned as a tragic figure a la Sylvia Plath, and a bold feminist whose “exploration of her own nakedness
represented women’s rediscovery of their bodies.” But in a monograph on Woodman, Chris Townsend says that she “never saw
herself as a fully realized artist, even if that is how we see her now.” Indeed, these are psychological portraits: not visual records of daily life but rather episodes of the imagination.
In late 1980 she became depressed due to her work and to a broken relationship. She survived a suicide attempt, after which she moved back in with her parents in Manhattan. On January 19, 1981 Francesca Woodman committed suicide by jumping out a loft window in New York. Nobody at the scene knew her name, and as it wasn’t on any of her
belongings her body remained unclaimed at the morgue until
someone finally identified her clothes. The fall had rendered her face
An acquaintance wrote, “things had been bad, there had been therapy, things had gotten better, guard had been let down.” Her father has suggested that Woodman’s suicide was related to an unsuccessful application for funding from the National Endowment for the Arts.
In just 22 years she
produced a relatively large body of work -some 800 photographs and more
than 10,000 negatives; but she only had a few exhibitions during her
life, many of them in “alternative spaces” in New York and Rome.
In 1981 she had a published book of photographs, Some Disordered Interior Geometries but few copies exist today.
Yet since her death her photography has been “steadily assimilated into the canon of Western photography” and a mere three decades later she is described as the “last great Modernist photographer”, and “universally recognized as a unique talent.” Retrospectives of her work have been shown in San Francisco’s Museum of Modern Art, the Guggenheim and numerous major galleries around Europe.
This knowledge of Woodman’s suicide is undeniably the prism through which people see her work, and George Woodman says that “…there has been a tendency to dramatize and sensationalize Francesca’s work because of the tragic events of her life,” but he rightfully urges caution about the extent to which we allow this knowledge to color our view of her photographs. Writers have heaped equal amounts of praise and criticism on them, generally free of any factual information or fears of recrimination in defining both the artist and her work. Perhaps this is fair in some respects as we have little else to rely on than an assumption of an autobiographical context; but compared to contemporary works the images stand on their own and hardly require the tragic story which lies behind them.
“My life at this point is like very old coffee-cup sediment and I would
rather die young leaving various accomplishments . . . instead of
pell-mell erasing all of these delicate things . . . “ – Francesca Woodman in a letter to Sloan Rankin, 1980.
Fatal attraction: John Henshall, New Statesman- 23 August 1999
The Long Exposure of Francesca Woodman: Elizabeth Gumport, New York Review of Books (blog)- January 24, 2011
Conocía su obra; artista polémica, intensa, avanzada a su tiempo. Gran reportaje, gracias.