Zigzag

The little guide text at the Victoria Miro Gallery in Mayfair, London, reads as follows:

The critic Rosalid Krauss summed this up and criticised its weakness [ i.e. the Grid] in a persuasive article published in “October” in summer 1979 entitled “Grids”. This is the moment when Francesca deliberately adopted the zigzag, thigh one can see her attraction to it in many earlier photographs.

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© Francesca Woodman @ Victoria Miro Mayfair London

George Woodman points out that Krauss’ article became a career pivot for his daughter Francesca.

Francesca Woodman’s photographs might display the theme of zigzag as the continuous line of her work, which she adopts in terms of compositional technique where her body is part of it.

Nonetheless the quality of her photographs does stand out for the ability of challenging the concept of composition per se.

The zigzag becomes for her vehicle to free photography from its static nature, i.e. from being a still image of alive (and moving) objects. Her unfocussed body moving through the camera frame wants to express the will to go beyond the static scene. The use of her body, as a moving object rather than still, is the most challenging, intriguing and seductive element for a culture where the body of a woman is quite often portrayed as still object, which decorates the surrounding. The “on focus” surrounding, made of everyday commodities, enhances the intensity contrast of her fluid body, that looks to redefine a new time-space dimension by dematerialising the existing one.

The poetry of Francesca Woodman’s images is rather metaphysical, as it takes the viewer to another dimension by looking beyond the frame and imagine what might happen next.

© Francesca Woodman @ Victoria Miro

© Francesca Woodman @ Victoria Miro

Some Random Thoughts from an Eclectic Mind

Reality, we know, is something abstract.

I am been fascinating by the plethora of realities for a very long time, to the extent of making it matter of my visual and theoretical research.

Nonetheless Reality is what one might think it’s real, which is not for somebody’s else.

I feel I might be trapped in my own Reality.

My life has been driven by my interests, curiosities and skills, which took me to work on the threshold of many specific fields, in order to let them meet and interact.

It has been difficult for me to “stick on something, that’s it”, as it looked to sacrifice another side of myself looking for expression. I love writing, as much I love drawing and making… 

I am been trying to give each a good space for expression. It is not easy but it makes me happy.

English is not my first language,

although I feel fascinated by the “English-thinking”.

It is hard to fully grasp it, in its grammatical rules, but I love it for the metaphorical meaning it is capable of making.

Despite of my language handicap, I am been keeping on writing….

 

 

From today I don’t know if it’s worth it, am I another Don Quixote fighting against windmills?