Sylvia Plath is watching me

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

- Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath.

Writer.

Poet.

Mother.
Lover.

I'll never understand how a woman with such promise

could barricade her own young children in a room

with cookies & milk,

open the window,

place a towel on the bottom of the door,

go to the kitchen,

put her own head in the gas oven,

and turn on the gas...

I guess i'll never understand depression...

She died at the age of 30,

in 1963... 

the year i was born.

I had a hard time with this portrait.

Something in the eyes made me uncomfortable...

I know, it's nuts, right?

it's a black & white photocopy of a photo -

but still...

i felt as though she watched me.

a few pages from this book.

Food for thought,

for all the artists out there.

i love what he says here...

and if I can relate, i KNOW many of you will relate also.

A song for Sylvia...

and for Eva...