Sylvia Plath’s Never-Before-Exhibited Drawings
Today would have been Sylvia Plath’s 79th birthday, had she not committed suicide at 30. While most people remember her for her poetry, she also had a knack for illustrating with ink.
I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought, I never wrote, I never suffered. I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going—and I am the one who has the decide the answers to these hideous questions.
~Sylvia Plath
