Francesca Woodman, Untitled, Providence, Rhode Island, 1975-80 There is a door. Its placed at a seemingly impossible angle in a bare, dilapidated room. The edges of the door in the bottom right corner are blurred as if the door is out of focus, or else in motion. Beneath the impossibly angled door is a body, apparently naked, although you cannot see the top half since it is hidden, just the outline of buttocks and the L-shaped highlight of legs leading to another blurred edge: a foot, again in motion. This is a self-portrait of sorts. It is Francesca Woodman in the picture, as it so often is in these early series of photographs. Placing herself into the frame but then obscuring or hiding from the viewer. Choosing to expose her self and (herself) only when she deems it required by the image she is trying to create. You can't tell if she's been like that for hours or only seconds.
francesca woodman
francesca woodman
francesca woodman
Francesca Woodman, Untitled, Providence, Rhode Island, 1975-80 There is a door. Its placed at a seemingly impossible angle in a bare, dilapidated room. The edges of the door in the bottom right corner are blurred as if the door is out of focus, or else in motion. Beneath the impossibly angled door is a body, apparently naked, although you cannot see the top half since it is hidden, just the outline of buttocks and the L-shaped highlight of legs leading to another blurred edge: a foot, again in motion. This is a self-portrait of sorts. It is Francesca Woodman in the picture, as it so often is in these early series of photographs. Placing herself into the frame but then obscuring or hiding from the viewer. Choosing to expose her self and (herself) only when she deems it required by the image she is trying to create. You can't tell if she's been like that for hours or only seconds.