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


  1. 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.

  2. 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.


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