Good Night, Sweet Prince

Charcoal and Digital Colour

As Hamlet lay dying in Horatio’s arms, he thought death would hold nothing but ‘silence’ for him. After all the killing, with blood still cooling on his fingers- he sees the end of all this pain and murder only leading him straight to hell.

Horatio- who’s followed Hamlet here from university, stayed by his side through it all, seen the death, held the poison, smelt the blood- Horatio can’t think of a single way that Hamlet wouldn’t be going to heaven. To Horatio, ‘flights of angels’ sing Hamlet to his final rest.

Pouring out of Hamlet’s head in my illustration is the nothingness he expects, but the space around his thoughts carves the wings that Horatio sees befitting the prince.