Vic . 
, Jan 28, 2006; 11:53 p.m.
Eric ~ , Jan 29, 2006; 01:21 a.m.
impressive. and just what i needed, thank you so much for posting this Vic.
Eliot Rosen , Jan 29, 2006; 02:26 a.m.
What I can't find on those websites is why she took her life at age 22. Was if depression? drugs? LSD? schizophrenia? What were the contributing factors that made her life so tragic?
Lutz Konermann , Jan 29, 2006; 03:14 a.m.
Well, I guess she had no choice. No real artist has. Moving and tragic as it is. What an impressive oevre. A name to remember and to watch out for. Here's looking at you, Francesca. Thanks a lot for posting, Vic. It made my day.
Eliot Rosen , Jan 29, 2006; 03:33 a.m.
Well, I guess she had no choice. No real artist has.
What does this mean? It sounds like nonsense to me.
craig h , Jan 29, 2006; 04:26 a.m.
cheers Vic
Occasionally I need a shake out of my local focus particularly when it comes to more contemporary work.
Interesting work
Barry Fisher 
, Jan 29, 2006; 05:02 a.m.
Really powerful images, but I have to think about Lutz's comment. After all, there are many
kinds of deaths and rebirths as well. However thinking in absolutes is often associated with
being 22 years of age and as sensitive, capable and intelligent as she obviously was.
Scott McLoughlin , Jan 29, 2006; 05:23 a.m.
Thanks so much. Very impressive photographs. It's a wealth of compositional ideas.
Scott
H. P. , Jan 29, 2006; 06:28 a.m.
I can't say I found the pictures that interesting. It seemed like the usual art-student stuff to me.
Lutz Konermann , Jan 29, 2006; 06:44 a.m.
Oh well, Eliot, where to start... Look again. To me it appears more than plausible that she felt irrepressively compelled to do it, had to do it, the same way she had to do all that beautiful, troubling and vulnerable stuff. This is exactly _not_ just the young aesthet experimenting a bit with light and form, doing just the average art student's stuff. No, this is a young, highly sensitive, highly gifted and courageous artist exploring herself, her body, her dreams, nightmares and obsessions. These pictures scream at me, "help me to find a way to get at terms with what I feel, see and what I am". Apparently there was no help, not to the extent necessary, but just some consolation by what she did, by her art, for the time it lasted. God bless her. The thought of rebirth occured to me, too. A consoling thought, indeed.
