Sunday, October 3, 2010

MOBY-DICK, Page 395

Title: Dropping his spade, he thrust both hands in, and drew out handfuls of something that looked like ripe Windsor soap, or rich mottled old cheese; very unctuous and savory withal. You might easily dent it with your thumb; it is of a hue between yellow and ash color. And this, good friends, is ambergris, worth a gold guinea an ounce to any druggist.

8.5 inches by 11.25 inches
acrylic paint on found paper
September 30, 2010


  1. Holy cow. Love this piece. Five away from FOUR HUNDRED.

  2. It's so funny you should comment Kyle, because (honestly) I was actually thinking a bit about you and how your own art and design tends to be so fearlessly and elegantly minimal. So in a very real sense, you influenced this piece and I was hoping you would like it. Excellent!

    And yeah, almost to 400. At times, I never thought I would really get this far. It's a strange feeling to look back and see how far this has all come. There's a long road behind me now, and a much shorter one ahead. Weird.

  3. Thanks man. Minimalist aesthetic is so very important to me - although I do occasionally enjoy excess, if only for it's absurdity and novelty.

    Not to call excess the same as detail, which indeed are two different things.

  4. Kyle, a big part of this artistic endeavor for me has been trying to learn more about myself. I go back and forth between a love for the simple, minimalist style and the excessively detailed drawings I've done in the past. In a sense, I am appreciative of the fact that I seem to be able to navigate and enjoy both, but at times I feel quite torn and wonder where my true path lies. Hopefully over the course of the next 148 pages I will learn more and find some peace.


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