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
You are sooo talented.
ReplyDeleteLovely facial creation ~ very expressive ~ thanks,
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
clm ~ A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
A fish trophy or one of those plastic singing fish?
ReplyDeleteI am so impressed at how you create like this. It is so interesting and beautiful. Thank you for sharing with FFO.
ReplyDeleteThis is great, and this monsieur seems very proud of his fish. Have a a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteShe (he?) looks very happy.
ReplyDeleteIs he looking happy because he caught that fish, or about to eat it; or both? :)
ReplyDeleteVery nicely depicted!
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