“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 sometimes voices that, if I then had wak’d 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, that, when I wak’d, I cried to dream again.”
William Shakespeare, The Tempest, acte III, scène 2.
Postcard by Jennifer Bongibault
India ink, with pen or brush: the deceptively naive drawings by this Parisian artist fondly capture the lives and behavior of her fellow city-dwellers. She divides her time between her work as an illustrator and her design studio, Atelier Brunoir. This month, a little Carioca fun to make the Indian summer last as long as possible.