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 rises 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?

I once could quote that at the drop of a hat. I guess I had forgotten it over time. Aw well, I'll spend the time to re-remember it later.

This was a bit of an experiment. I wanted to work on something that would take a bit longer, so I grabbed my copper painted raccoon skull that I have named Yorick and started to work on it. I found out that copper is a really tough color to match. Still, it was fun and a good learning experience. I will be sure to try the Bronze painted skull named Horatio in a future stream!

Art (c) Zaezar