ARTIST'S COMMENT:
"ALAS, POOR YORICK!"
(2004, pen & brush)

"...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 abhorrent in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips 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 chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come -- make her laugh at that..."

- Hamlet; act V, scene1