The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’ Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.

The Raven By Edgar Alan Poe was always my favorite poem. Many times I started to work on illustrations, but never finish it. This one is the closest I get, but to be honest, this is the long term challenge.

The illustration was created with a Wacom tablet as a completely digital sketch. It was exhibited on the 49th “Golden pen” international illustration exhibition in Belgrade, Serbia.