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
This is great. I wonder what she is looking up to and why she is holding the skull. You could write so many stories from this drawing. :) Happy new month you. It's just about here.
Yorick and friend -- love it!
ReplyDeleteNice one, what's on the nside and what's on the outside
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Really creative one!
ReplyDeleteA great idea and super art 🥰
ReplyDeleteOh yeah!!! This is FABULOUS!!! Your art always strikes me. I love it. Thank you for sharing with FFO and have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteThis is great. I wonder what she is looking up to and why she is holding the skull. You could write so many stories from this drawing. :) Happy new month you. It's just about here.
ReplyDeleteThis is very cool!
ReplyDeleteNice one.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting. I need a story to go with this. (grin)
ReplyDeleteLove the Skull! I used to have one named Oliver that I used for Brain Health training :) made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
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