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"The stranger in the lavatory mirror/ puts on a public grin, repeats our name/ but scrupulously reflects the usual terror." ~"Tale Of A Tub" by Sylvia Plath
This was an assignment where we had to make an emotional pic to a quote, which I did with my oc Lilith.
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Another of my favourite books, and the next illustration in my series inspired by books 📖
Newly approved cover, publishing in early 2021. An inventive novel based on the love story of literary icons Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath. https://t.co/5sKkaT4LsX
#bookcoverdesign #bookcover #conniepalmen #shedesignsbooks #Crossing
#WhyIWrite:
...because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation & expression of life
Plath
#writing
The Moon and the Yew Tree
This
is the light of the mind
cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black
The light is blue
The grasses unload
their griefs on my feet
as if I were God...
~ Sylvia Plath
FAIRY RINGS
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
[...]Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us
[..] We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door
From 'Mushrooms' Sylvia Plath 🎨W.J.Morgan; Judi Morton
Dora Carrington,'The Giantess.' For all their ambitions, the male torchbearers of surrealism were not forward-looking when it came to women & equally promoting their art. Down Below, Carrington's narrative of mental breakdown, is easily as good as Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar
Notre troisième interview @womenwhodostuff est dans vos boîtes ! J'ai parlé avec @ohhmarion (oui on l'aime) de sa formidable BD, de dépression, de sociologie, de féminisme, d'Adèle Haenel, de Sylvia Plath et des œuvres qui la touchent 💖 On s'abonne là 👉 https://t.co/t0aZ4YfeUa
How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.
-Sylvia Plath
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, diary entry 25,
1950
-Egon Schiele
Two Figures, 1917
hoy hace 57 años que Sylvia Plath tuvo para siempre 30.
ojalá hubiera tenido la oportunidad de decidir ella misma qué hacer con su obra.
«And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning»
– Fragmento de «Ariel», de la gran #SylviaPlath.
“January dry, hard, glittering, cold, and the wicked naked beauty of the scraped blue skies”
Sylvia Plath
Photography © Petteri Lappalainen
“January dry, hard, glittering, cold, and the wicked naked beauty of the scraped blue skies”
Sylvia Plath
Photography © Petteri Lappalainen ~ Instagram
“Quizás nunca llegue a ser feliz, pero esta noche estoy contenta.”
Sylvia Plath
🖌Pascal Campion
“Forget self and give blood to creation.” –Sylvia Plath, 'The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath'
Árboles en invierno, sobre los que escribía #SylviaPlath y que le gustan a mi amiga @loquemedastu 🍂