I LOVE the Brontë sisters, and a few weeks ago, I came across this poem by Anne. Naturally, guess who jumped to my mind first? This poem is Erik to a "t."
Texture: [link] I've lost the name of the stock reference I used for this, so if anyone is able to find it, I would be much obliged.
The poem is so sad and beautiful and stirring. It's almost scary how much it seems to fit him! I really love the way you visualized it and put it together with the drawing of him (which is so amazing already on its own ). You're so so talented! And thanks so much for introducing me to the poem.
I just can't get enough of your work! Beautiful Victorian poetry, gorgeous artwork, so much emotion in every piece. I also agree with you - there's definitely a large group of people on deviantart who were born in the wrong century! xx
I felt like my hart was being crushed as I read that poem and look at Erik's expression of complete and utter woe. I love the delicate angle of his not-so-delicate face. Exquisite work, as always. It keeps drawing me to scroll up and look again...
Ha, bustles and hoopskirts just can't be beaten!
Thank you very much!