Hamlet, Shakespeare, Scene IV
…What is a man,(35)
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason(40)
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event—
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward—I do not know…
Yet another Hamlet on mulberry paper. Of course it’s a series, albeit one slow to come forth. It’s a 9x12 gelatin print on mulberry paper, worked up with coloured pencil, sepia ink (looks black on screen but isn’t) and for the final highlights, thick white gouache. Somehow, the gold or silver ink did not seem appropriate for the mood of the piece but it needed a lift from filled in background.