A spread for my illustration class. We were supposed to do it entirely in silhouette. This scene depicts a scene from the Highwayman, a poem by Alfred Noyes. I’d suggest reading the whole thing if you want to know what’s going on in this scene, but the caption for this illustration is:
“She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!”