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? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.

A little painting experiment with my painted raccoon skull named Yorick. The jester in Shakespeare's Hamlet that had met an unfortunate end. You never know what you have until its gone, eh?

I actually have a lot of trouble painting this skull as its a very reflective surface. And copper sits in this middle zone of color that I have a hard time nailing down. Its got some pink in it, some orange, brown and red seeming all at once. GAH!

Art (C) zaezar