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
HI Granny Annie! Thanks for coming by today. I'm so glad I stopped over to see this lovely drawing. I like the minimal use of color -- just enough to pop. It's a lovely portrait.
Ohhhh there is a quiet, peacefulness to this face. I love it. Well done my friend. This is fabulous. Thank you for sharing with FFO and have a nice weekend.
You do line faces so well Annie. With just a few lines you captured a lot of emotion. Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! The portrait is enhanced by the touch of colour in the flowers too.
ReplyDeleteI really do like this
ReplyDelete...play me a tune.
ReplyDeleteLove it
ReplyDeleteThis is one of your best.
ReplyDeleteHI Granny Annie! Thanks for coming by today. I'm so glad I stopped over to see this lovely drawing. I like the minimal use of color -- just enough to pop. It's a lovely portrait.
ReplyDeleteOhhhh there is a quiet, peacefulness to this face. I love it. Well done my friend. This is fabulous. Thank you for sharing with FFO and have a nice weekend.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful face, looks to be lost in her music.
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