I received her invitation to an exhibition in Rome 20 years after she was dead!
Francesca Woodman was one of the preeminent artists and photogs. of her generation. She first shined in Rome at the end of the 1970s, but was later to have recognition as an artist in the US, sadly long after her suicide in NY , still in her early twenties.
She brought Photography at a cross between Surrealism, Body Art and Feminism, but was generally interpreted according to the latter. Only later critics understood her importance as a contemporary artist in the Conceptual/Body Art arena. She was also dubbed the Rimbaud of photography for her blazing imaginative vision.
You can imagine my consternation when I discovered that she had sent me a personal invitation with a real photograph of hers stuck on it, and that I had never received it!
In fact the owner of the gallery had stolen all the invitations, and they resurfaced at an exhibition in Rome after 20 yrs. Here it is: a friend saw it and brought me a photostat of the original invitation. I publish it here as a proof.
I should really sue the gallery owner, but thanks to this shock I have made an even stronger bond with Francesca. In my mind she has established the strongest rapport between photo and poetry. Therefore I propose to make her into the ‘déesse tutélaire’ of this blog.
Woodman had had a classical education, including one year in Florence, and was educated at the Rhode Island School of Art. One of the references I like to have from her is how to set the human body in a cube-like empty room, an act of visual cruelty, that she might have learned from Francis Bacon.
I don’t do staged pictures, however I am sensitive as she was to the unheimlich, the unfamiliar, and the passage to the other side of the mirror. It is probably a familiarity with things of the Spirit – non-Western people would call it.
The exhibition of her naked body, which people identified with feminism, I see more in terms of Body Art and the liberated sexualization of the 1970. I was myself active in conceptual theatre at the time, and nudity was an unremarkable feature of the times. She did refine it to the quality of statuary, giving to photography the timeless dimension it deserves.
In memoriam, Francesca. Long live to your photography!