I remember visiting Photographers Gallery with my mother before starting university and seeing the exhibition of small black and white images of Francesca Woodman. Seeing Woodman's work that day completely changed something within me. Her photography is so personal and individual that it's like seeing the view of a room from the inside of her mind. Here is a photographer who seemed to live her art. She recorded sets and situations that you could imagine were her real surroundings every day. She committed suicide at age 22 and this just breaks my heart that she is gone and not still showing us her view of the world through her camera.
You can see from my notebooks and my work at University that I was influenced by her. I think I connected with how she presented spaces and people and her interest in ephemera. I discovered her after feeling like I'd never find another photographer's work more beautiful then Robert Frank's The Lines Of My Hand .
Photos copyright of Francesca Woodman and Robert Frank
