Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;
I never gave you kingdom, call’d you children,
You owe me no subscription: then let fall
Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man...King Lear. Actually this has little to do with the painting but it is a defiant reaction to a coming storm and I liked it. ...$140 no frame needed
2 comments:
Stunning picture! Arianna
Wonderful brushwork and filled with emotion- wow!
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