I always found comfort in the works of Francesca Woodman, Diane Arbus and Frida Kahlo. I connected with Francesca's loneliness, with her anxiety and desperation. I was her and the many women in her photographs. Her ideas were my ideas, her pain, mine.

I had a profound love for Diane's freaks. Like Diane, I strive to find beauty in the marginalized ( Read more... )