It takes a special intensity to return to him after the school assignments are over.
As a kid, he was a good place for me to go when I wanted to feel dread. In fact, my mother used to scare the hell out of me before bedtime with Poe. But don’t misjudge her. I begged her to.
🙂 Yes, I was a twisted, little girl.
Anyway, I sketched this the other night because I don’t get enough time to draw, and I actually have about an hour to kill before bedtime these days.
I’ve been frightened and dazzled by The Pit and the Pendulum, Annabelle Lee, The Tell Tale-Heart, and The Raven. Drawing Poe is a similiar experience. He looks so sickly, and sure he has a reputation with drugs and booze. His life and his work scream “haunted.”
And his face has no symmetry whatsoever. The asymmetry on most faces is barely discernible. You have to look for it. Poe is gaunt and puffy, sagging and tight, alert and exhausted.
I wouldn’t want the inner conflicts and outer challenges that would wear my face in such a way. It looks too hard.