Edgar Allan Poe, “the "Master of the Macabre" , was born in Boston, Massachusetts today in 1809.
And from that day forth, the world was a little bit darker...
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Edgar Allan Poe, “the "Master of the Macabre" , was born in Boston, Massachusetts today in 1809.
And from that day forth, the world was a little bit darker...
He's helping me weave!
Easy come easy go 🎶🎵
Edgar Allan Poe's works shed light on the darker side of life. Death, guilt, and revenge were common themes among his stories and poems. His life was marked by tragedies, such as the loss of his parents at a young age, the death of his young wife, and the failure to support himself through writing. He died mysteriously at the age of forty.
Images from: Tales of Edgar Allan Poe...with wood engravings by Fritz Eichenberg. New York: Random House, 1944.
Current Obsession: Poe De Spell @sarroora Do you even know what you’ve done? Sarroora designed his duck form and she was kind enough to let me play with it. If anyone wants to use him as you see here, please make sure to credit her because it’s nice.
The Wizard & the Amnesiac
There’s an effed up story somewhere in here, but I’ll spare you. Yes, that is a Scrooge hoodoo doll in the background. Thank you for noticing. You’re in the De Spell household. Act like you know. Anyway...
Graphite, gouache, ink & a massive loss of sleep.
Happy Halloween!!!
Some things about the boy
-he is very insistent on double cheek rubs where he runs one cheek against mine and then switches to the opposite side, very cosmopolitan
-he will paw at my head in the morning until I sit up and then sit on my pillow so I can't put my head back down
-he will climb into my arms and have me carry him around the house so he can inspect the walls and ceiling for who knows what, and the whole time he will contort and bend over backwards, apparently trusting that I will hold him up no matter what ridiculous shape he gets into
-I leave the room while he eats his dinner but he comes to get me when he's done and I come back and flip his bowl around like a magic trick to show him he missed some hidden by the lip of the bowl and then he devours that