Final Prints

Final Prints Digitally Edited - A Midsummer Night’s Dream Shakespeare Experimenting with colour schemes, frames and contrast. Accompanying: the selected quotes which were the original inspiration for each print.

‘Me thinks I see these things with parted eye, When everything seems double.’

- Act 4 Scene 1 ‘The poets eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven.’

- Act 5 Scene 1

‘Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, pale in her anger, washes the air…’

-Act 2 Scene 2

‘It seems to me That yet we sleep, We dream.’

-Act 4 Scene 1

‘The course of love never did run smooth.’

Love can seem…

‘Swift as a shadow Short as any dream.’

‘Lord what fools these mortals be!’

‘In the chaste beams of the watry moon.’

‘The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that sees.’

‘Four happy days bring in another moon.’

‘The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that sees!’

-Act 2 Scene 1

‘Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe.’

‘A bank where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine, with sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.

There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.’

‘Reason becomes the marshall to my will, And leads me to your eyes, Where I o’er look Love stories written in loves richest book.’

-Act 2 Scene 2

‘Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged cupid painted blind.’

‘I will shake thee from me like a serpent.’

-Lysander to Hermia

‘And through this distemperature we see The season’s alter…’

-Act 2 Scene 1

‘You spotted snakes with double tongue.’

-Act 2 Scene 2

‘Four happy days bring in another moon.’

‘Sent with broom before to sweep the dust behind the door.’

‘Think but this, and all is mended: that you have but slumbered here, While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend If you pardon, we will mend.’

-Puck

‘Now until the break of day Through this house each fairy stray.

To be best bride-bed will we, Which by us shall blessed be.’