The sleepwalking Lady Macbeth betrays her guilt ….
Acrylic on 300gsm Fabriano Artistico paper
Out, damned spot, out, I say! One. Two.
Why then, ’tis time to do ’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my
lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we fear
who knows it, when none can call our power to
account? Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him?
Shakespeare “Macbeth” Act 5, Scene 1