Emma Ridgway
@eridgway.bsky.social
Artist and Illustrator www.emmaridgway.art
Founding member of Thin Red Lion art collective: https://thinredlion.co.uk/
Founding member of Thin Red Lion art collective: https://thinredlion.co.uk/
Reposted by Emma Ridgway
1/ ProPublica collected handwritten letters in mid-January from children held at the Dilley Immigration Processing Center, the same facility where 5-year-old Liam Conejo Ramos was taken.
Hundreds of kids are still detained.
We’ll let the children’s words speak for themselves. 🧵
Hundreds of kids are still detained.
We’ll let the children’s words speak for themselves. 🧵
February 9, 2026 at 12:25 PM
1/ ProPublica collected handwritten letters in mid-January from children held at the Dilley Immigration Processing Center, the same facility where 5-year-old Liam Conejo Ramos was taken.
Hundreds of kids are still detained.
We’ll let the children’s words speak for themselves. 🧵
Hundreds of kids are still detained.
We’ll let the children’s words speak for themselves. 🧵
Happy Birthday. Your thirtieth is important. 🎾
2022: Infinite Jest - Emma Ridgway - collage, illustration and animation
A speculative book cover design for Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace's encyclopaedic novel based around the work of an avant-garde film director, a powerfully addictive "entertainment", the residen...
www.emmaridgway.art
February 2, 2026 at 8:47 AM
Happy Birthday. Your thirtieth is important. 🎾
Reposted by Emma Ridgway
“Infinite Jest” is howlingly sad and vertiginously clever, Hermione Hoby writes. It “suggests—mumblingly, without making eye contact, not wanting to be corny about it—that one’s own self becomes a little less hideous the more one attends to other selves.” newyorkermag.visitlink.me/Jh2NUc
“Infinite Jest” Has Turned Thirty. Have We Forgotten How to Read It?
David Foster Wallace’s novel, in all its immensity, became the subject of sanctification and then scorn. But the work rewards the attention it demands.
newyorkermag.visitlink.me
February 1, 2026 at 11:01 PM
“Infinite Jest” is howlingly sad and vertiginously clever, Hermione Hoby writes. It “suggests—mumblingly, without making eye contact, not wanting to be corny about it—that one’s own self becomes a little less hideous the more one attends to other selves.” newyorkermag.visitlink.me/Jh2NUc