Francesca Woodman

“Another year of dishonesty”

“This action that I foresee has nothing to do with melodrama. It is that life, as lived by me now, is a series of exceptions. I was , or am, not unique - but special. This is why I was an artist. I was inventing a language for people to see the everyday things that I also see, and show them something different. Nothing to do with not being able 'to take it' in the big city, or with self-doubt or because my heart is gone. And not to teach people a lesson. Simply the other side.”

“Real things don't frighten me - just the ones in my mind do.”

“You cannot see me from where I look at myself.”

“Am I in the picture? Am I getting in or out of it? I could be a ghost, an animal or a dead body, not just this girl standing on the corner…?”

“I feel like I am floating in plasma I need a teacher or a lover I need someone to risk being involved with me. I am so vain and I am so masochistic. How can they coexist?”