I cannot deny that Francesca Woodmans' photographs have cracked me round the head on numerous occasions. Two painkillers and a good nights sleep later, I have always returned, intrigued and alarmed by whats' in front of me. That's not to say I have this experience every time, quite the opposite. Every moment with her photographs tell me something new, something I never saw previously and indeed, something I can never forget.
Margaret Sundell (in Vanishing Points: The Photography of Francesca Woodman) describes her images that "seek out and surpass the borders between subject and object, self and environment, and in sensibility they reveal a moment hovering between adolescence and adulthood..."
This particular image haunts me like no other.
