Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary.
And each seperate dying ember wrought its ghost in the bleak December.
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore.
Suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping,
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door,
Only this and nothing more
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple c;urtain,
Thrilled me,- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.
Presently my sould grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir" said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore",
Here I opened wide the door
Darkness there and nothing more
Open here I flung the shutters, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore
Then this ebony bird beguilng my sad fancy into smiling,
"Gastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nighty shore!"
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Nights Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"
"Prophet" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still if bird or devil!-
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore.
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore!-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead? - tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"
These are my stills going through a creative process. I first sketched them out in my book and then modified it on the the acetate.
I finally got the right pens to use on the acetate, I was just using ink and normal fine liners, which was a fighting battle. I re-did the stills with the proper pens and is much better and easier. I found out that I could blend/smudge the ink before it quickly dried which was useful to cover big spaces and make an effect.
