|Left: Francesca Woodman; Right: Vivian Maier|
Vivian MaierWorking as a nanny between the nineteen-fifties to the seventies; three children in tow and armed with a Rollieflex camera, Vivian captured life at its best and worst. Intensely private, the mystery behind Finding Vivian Maier is as fascinating as the woman’s body of work. With a collection that runs into thousands, Maier's work was discovered by accident in a pawn shop by a real-estate agent as late as 2009; a few days after she had passed away.
For an exhaustive collection of her work go to: www.vivianmaier.com
|It's almost bleak. But, but, but, that amazing rectangular ray of sunshine|
One misunderstood photographer (just google her and you will see why), Francesca Woodman’s photos has always moved me in peculiar ways. Funny, artful, neurotic and occasionally painfully honest; it is sad that Woodman too received all her accolades posthumously.
Unlike a lot of critics who have psychoanalyzed her body of work through the prism of her suicide (at the tender age of 22) I have always found the two subjects completely non-linear. While it is true that a lot of her pictures have an uncanny kookiness, a ghost-like apparition of someone disappearing; I’ve always found suggestive hints of seductive decay. Somewhat depressive but never suicidal.
While not exactly exhaustive, find more works of Francesca Woodman at http://www.artnet.com/artists/francesca-woodman/