162 of 365.
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
- Sylvia Plath
On February 10, 1963 Sylvia Plath was found dead of carbon monoxide poisoning in her kitchen. Plath had placed her head in the oven, while the gas was turned on and the pilot light unlit. She was 30.
I've been thinking of revisiting this horrendously over processed photo for ages now. I don't even think I had Photoshop at the time.
That picture has always been part of my heart as it was really one of my first "concept" photos. And because the vast majority of my time in high school was spent reading her work. I guess in my angsty teenage phase I identified with Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton and Virginia Woolf. They were there for me at a time I never really had anyone. I'm in love with books and history.
With that being said, I really want to do a literary suicide series.
I'm also going to get a free action or two up for you guys within the next few days. To give back, you know?