Thursday, February 18, 2010

MOBY-DICK, Page 167

Title: There's naught so sweet on earth — heaven may not match it! — as those swift glances of warm, wild bosoms in the dance, when the over-arboring arms hide such ripe, bursting grapes.

7.75 inches by 11 inches
ink on found paper
February 18, 2010

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