Our Revels

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

-The Tempest, by William Shakespeare; Prospero's closing speech

Cari Ferraro, 2003

Detail image below

Our Revels 400px

Our Revels 400px detail

Artist's edition digital print

10.5 x 8 image, on 14 x11-inch acid-free art paper


11 x 15-inch image, on 13 x 19-inch acid-free art paper