Vesper

I dream so often of foxes. They seem almost a part of me. While painting this piece I imagined I came upon these two white foxes and they barely cared to noticed me. As if they knew they could dissolve before my eyes and I would be left blinking and wondering what I had seen, if anything at all.

“Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”

William Shakespeare – The Tempest.

Oil on Italian canvas Board 35h x 25w cm    |   13,8h x 9,8w inch