today is the 30th anniversary of the death of artist francesca woodman, who committed suicide the same year i was born, at age 22. i've felt a kinship with her haunting photographs since college when i discovered her on the cover of a book of equally haunting tales 'here in the world.' if you're lucky enough to live in sf or should you find yourself there soon, there is currently a large retrospective of her work at the sfmoma. thankfully it will be traveling to nyc next, where i can see her work in person, finally.
