Showing posts with label brute instincts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brute instincts. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Caliban

A couple of years ago this image appeared in my sketchbook. I suppose I was trying to describe what kind of leadership was in the driver's seat. A kind of brute instinct seemed to have taken over, and I thought of Caliban, the brute from Shakespeare's play, the Tempest. Our businessman's government is a fine horse, but it's still basically a horse.