The newly released book of Sylvia Plath's pen and ink illustrations is a sight to behold. Her unassuming depictions are as veracious as her writing and yet still, She leaves some room to read (or observe, as it will) in between the lines. I'm not one to superimpose what I believe she was going for, if she was going for anything at all, but I can say that I look for calm in the smallest details of life and I find that desperately sought refuge in her art.
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