WE ARE SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE ON

cardboard, micaceous iron spray, brass powder, acrylic paint, enamel on thick cardboard
19.3 x 19,3 in (49 x 49 cm)
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2021
Hittin’ my 40s was a real shake-up in my life; for months leading up to it, I was deep in self-reflection mode, asking myself all sorts of questions. I figured some stuff out, but there are still plenty of questions left unsolved. I pondered over the core of human existence, like Prospero in Shakespeare’s “The Tempest“: “(…)We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep. …But what exactly is this “stuff” we’re made of?

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