Wednesday 7 May 2014

Painting of the Day: by SIT

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke onlyThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'other friends have flownbefore-On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'Then the bird said, 'Nevermore.'
  I really love this piece for its dynamism. Like how it seems to portray fragments of a moment in time; how the ink seems to portray a certain ominous event; how there's so little detail and yet it has so much of a story to tell...

  View more of his works here.

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