Bowling? (that's not a bad idea--watch this space) No, this snowman is rehearsing the graveyard scene from Hamlet.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Mick Reasor
Gouache on Paper, 3.5 x 2.5 inches
Enlarged
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