” We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, ond our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
The Tempest IV i William Shakespeare
The timelessness of Shakespeare allows his words to resonate with all of us, in all manner of experience. I like how artists transcend time and place. Englands most famous, most revered wordsmith juxtaposing perfectly with the American , Edward Hopper, and his Night Windows. We were at an exhibition of Hoppers a few years ago, and what I remember most is the sense of deep isolation of the painter. He was a master with colour, and imbued a cinematic quality in his work. But his mastery was in communicating the humanity in the pictures, a moving , terrible isolation that can befall any of us, all of us, wherever, whenever. I hope his engagement in creating his work helped diminish his very human pain. He would have welcomed sleep, I think.