Monday, September 27, 2010

MOBY-DICK, Page 389

Title: Presently, the vapors in advance slid aside; and there in the distance lay a ship, whose furled sails betokened that some sort of whale must be alongside. As we glided nearer, the stranger showed French colors from his peak; and by the eddying cloud of vulture sea-fowl that circled, and hovered, and swooped around him, it was plain that the whale alongside must be what the fishermen call a blasted whale, that is, a whale that has died unmolested on the sea, and so floated an unappropriated corpse.

10.75 inches by 7.75 inches
acrylic paint, ink and marker on found paper
September 27, 2010

2 comments:

voicenovoice said...

this is so eerie! you do something really phenomenal when it comes to death? such a stark and wonderful carcass in such gentle, dreamy cradle. that's lovely.

Matt Kish said...

Lizzy, being told I "do something really phenomenal when it comes to death" is such a perfect compliment. Thank you, that is truly one of the best things anyone has ever said, or written, about my art.