Francesca Woodman jumped to her death from the window of a Lower East Side Manhattan loft on January 19th 1981. She was 22 years old when she died.
This was her last Journal entry:
This action that I foresee has nothing to do with melodrama. It is that life as lived by me now is a series of exceptions … I was (am?) not unique but special. This is why I was an artist … I was inventing a language for people to see the everyday things that I also see … and show them something different … Nothing to do with not being able “to take it” in the big city or w/ self doubt or because my heart is gone. And not to teach people a lesson. Simply the other side.
Photograph: Space2 (1976)