seeing yourself
Francesca Woodman
by Aleina Edwards | May 1
Francesca Woodman was dead before she turned twenty-three. Maybe it’s distracting to start with that detail, but that’s the first thing I learned about her. She was a photographer, raised by two artists in Boulder, Colorado, and is most famous now for her self-portraits.
The self in these portraits is elusive. She is often naked, but obscured by architecture or furniture, limbs hazy. In a photograph of three nude female models [1], each one holds up a photo of Francesca’s face over their own—it’s unclear if Francesca herself is present. In another photograph titled My House [2], we see a crumbling corner of a room, an empty bookshelf, a body—presumably Francesca’s—wrapped in sheets of plastic. She is barely recognizable as a woman. She is something shoved in a corner.
Come fetch me. Photography captures—that’s the usual verb. It snatches, it fixes, it pins. It began as a science, not an art, a manner of recording the world as it truly was. At first I wanted to say Francesca upended that convention, but now I think she depended on it. Her work shows her as she really was: present but inaccessible, volatile. That’s how I feel when I look at her images. That’s how I’ve felt in my own body—that it’s not mine at all, that I have no say over it. Her clothes, ditsy florals and ethereal cotton, make sense for the ‘70s but read as older, like Victorian signifiers of femininity. I would want to shed them too. The interiors she shoots in are empty and dilapidated, but she is young and vivid. She becomes more or less than an actual person; she is a point of comparison. In a piece called Self-deceit [4], Francesca crawls around the corner of a crumbling wall, looking at herself in a fractured mirror propped against it. Her head and shoulders are softened with motion, her hair is wrapped up into a crown of braids. The photo evokes what psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan called the mirror stage, that period when children begin to conceive of themselves as a body in space. A girl given shape by a gaze, external or self-imposed.
[1] About Being My Model, Providence, Rhode Island, 1976
[2] My House, Providence, Rhode Island, 1976
[3] Untitled, Providence, Rhode Island, 1975–1978
[4] Self-Deceit #1, 1978