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
Well done; happy spring 🌞🌸
ReplyDeleteDelightful sketch. For some reason, it makes me think of the author Gore Vidal.
ReplyDeleteHe looks like he's having a wonderful conversation with someone, maybe a child. This is a wonderful portrait. Happy weekend.
ReplyDeleteI so admire your portraits.
ReplyDeleteVery good
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
ReplyDeleteI am always so impressed with your art. The lines are just enough to show so much. Thank you for joining FFO and have a nice weekend.
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