New painting up - the Thespian

The last in a series of paintings exploring the human condition otherwise called the 'weird funnely ones that I don't like much'. http://www.markpeatfield.co.uk/portfolio/page7/index.html
Not actually about my brother David in Hong-Kong who is an actor but rather a reflection on Prospero's final speech and the famous 'As you like it' speech.

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-capped 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. (IV.i.148–158)

and: All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.

Shakespeare really was the dog's bollocks.