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 without self-doubt or because my heart is gone.
— Francesca Woodman, from her final journal entry c. January 1981, featured in Francesca Woodman by Chris Townsend