Sylvia Plath

1932-1963.  Ink.  I recently read The Bell Jar, and found it really well-written, but it was a bit of a haunting experience to read about someone's thoughts and attempts at suicide when that person would actually go on to do so.  Of course, the book is not all about that, and I felt real compassion and an affinity with her. Doing this ink sketch felt intimate in a way, almost like a direct communication between us.