Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Friday, November 03, 2023
ART FOR FUN FRIDAY...11-03-2023
Christine set this up in place of Nicole (DV Artist) who is recovering from her foot surgery. Here is an oldie of mine.
Visiting older works that we have completed can be quite nostalgic. I need to go through and clean out stuff so the kids don't have to discard! Using Chrome browser works for commenting!
Love this!
ReplyDeleteVisiting older works that we have completed can be quite nostalgic. I need to go through and clean out stuff so the kids don't have to discard! Using Chrome browser works for commenting!
ReplyDeleteThat's a very nice piece!
ReplyDeleteNice. I don't think I could paint anything that tiny without making a mess.
ReplyDeleteCute piece! I couldn't paint tiny things...
ReplyDeletehugs
Donna
Good one
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