Campello collection
“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-capp’d 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.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

I was so proud of my son Joe, who had started a Shakespeare company, producing new performances on Zoom with young actors for UK, America, Italy, India, New Zealand. All of this from a small room in lockdown. Check out their launch performance. It inspired me to paint a number of pieces.