Interesting fact. The photographer of this photo was a high school student. He committed suicide after exams.
I can’t stop reblogging this..
Suddenly art is beautiful and appreciated when the artist kills themselves. Our society needs some sort of sick validation that an artist feels “real” emotions, and nothing brings that validation more than suicide. Would Sylvia Plath be half as well known as she is now if she had gotten her head out of that oven?
no, and that’s because our society romanticizes depression to a scary degree
it’s not beautiful and poetic to have a horrible, immobilizing problem