Francesca Woodman

Francesca Woodman's work is very far removed from my own but I've been looking at her photographs so frequently that they accidentally seeped into the creative part of my mind, especially during my research of human emotions.

I read a fairly gratuitous article about how Francesca Woodman is "the Sylvia Plath of Photography", comparing their young suicides and artistic legacies and how in retrospect you can see death among their art.

I think in terms of forcing emotion into art, Woodman is the greatest example I know. I see ghosts when I look at these. She uses her body as a material which is really interesting to me in terms of the chemical makeup of bodies. How are we different from paint and turpentine? How are our minds different from materials if our organs are just matter after all? To me Woodman's photographs are physical renderings of human emotions and souls.