Between Christmas and New Year I walked into the great bookstore next to Cafe de Flore called La Hune. A great sanctuary that makes you wish you could read French, I instead could only admire (and touch) the covers. I walked up to the mezzanine and my heart skipped a beat. There in front of me the first thing I see is a Francesca Woodman´s photography book. I thought I was going to cry. I had somehow had her photography´s in my mind since I was about 20 discovered them in a gallery in Norway. Which Gallery I don´t remember but I remember the room and the feeling I had when I viewed these pictures. She dared to bare her full soul and ended her life with it. I felt that I would do the same, but I survived and I also stayed more in the shadows of viewing more than creating art, unfortunately. Then I thought of buying a book about her work but had so little (student) money that I was going to wait. Wait to never find it again.... Then suddenly it was there in a new edition, Italian. I just checked and the American editions are deadly expensive.
Strange since the girl grew up in Rhode Island. But thankfully to SilvanaEditoriale I am a proud owner of an edition!