Mixed Media (Japanese Paper, Mylar, Ink) 5x5 framed in shadow box
Copyright of Ingrid Mida 2010
"I had locked myself in the bathroom, and run a tub full of warm water, and taken out a Gillette blade.
When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank to sleep under a surface as gaudy as poppies.
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defencless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at."
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, page 142