No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old, And rather make them born to our desire Than think that we before have heard them told. Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not wondering at the present nor the past, For thy records and what we see doth lie, Made more or less by thy continual haste. This I do vow and this shall ever be; I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.
~Shakespeare sonnet 123 —————-
123, my goddamn numerical stalker. What number hounds you each day? scribbly sketchthing of one of a bazillion Numeratti. Not going to spoil any info other than that *lol* From my comic series Engelbaum www.imagni.com
I love how different you make all the Numeratti designs, although I swear this one makes me want some bacon subliminally. Either way though, he kinda brings to mind this demented pack of crows that wander the walmart parking lot, but in a really cool way, and the gold bits really stand out nicely from all the darker colors.