Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me...
- from Caliban's speech to the shipwrecked mariners in the Tempest
We all begin as Caliban when we are children, awkward, clumsy, raging and fearful we will not get what we want, experiencing the world as a mysterious place in which events seem inexplicable. I did an etching based on this speech 30 years ago...I seem to be returning to some old themes recently. Possibly the first black and white one is my favorite. I'm not quite satisfied with it.
Monsters doing the funky chicken here
A thoughtful monster here
I will start posting the Alices tomorrow.