Sunday, August 30, 2009

MOBY-DICK, Page 025

Title: Indeed, partly lying on it as the arm did when I first awoke, I could hardly tell it from the quilt, they so blended their hues together; and it was only by the sense of weight and pressure that I could tell that Queequeg was hugging me.

7 inches by 9.5 inches
acrylic paint on found paper
August 30, 2009

4 comments:

MegDC said...

Love this.

Matt Kish said...

Thank you very much, Meg. It makes me very happy that you continue to follow this endeavor.

DJ Vorreyer said...

This is stunning. I just recently learned about your project, and I am enjoying the art immensely. I am a poet and admire any creative endeavor, especially one of this scope.

I searched backward for this piece as I just completed a poem called "Ishmael Remembers the Counterpane" inspired by this scene. Thank you for sharing your art.

Donna Vorreyer
www.donnavorreyer.com/blog.php

Matt Kish said...

Donna, thank you very much, especially for threading your way so far back (almost to the beginning!) to find this piece. When I am not so sleepy tomorrow, I look forward very much to visiting your blog and hopefully reading your poem. It's strange (in a good way) but quite a few poets seem to have found this project, and I am deeply fascinated by the way these illustrations seem to resonate more with poets than with other artists. A curious mystery.