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
Very good
ReplyDeletelovely sketch! Here from Friday Face Off. :) Hope you are doing good, just followed your lovely blog. Have a wonderful September!
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting face.
ReplyDeleteWow!!!! She is awesome. She looks like a news reporter. Thank you for sharing with FFO and have a great weekend.
ReplyDelete...I'm impressed!
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy seeing your face sketches.
ReplyDeleteI wonder who she's looking at. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteNice detail.
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