7.75 inches by 10.75 inches
acrylic paint, colored pencil and ink on found paper
November 26, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
MOBY-DICK, Page 464
Title: So, in good time my Queequeg gained strength; and at length after sitting on the windlass for a few indolent days (but eating with a vigorous appetite) he suddenly leaped to his feet, threw out arms and legs, gave himself a good stretching, yawned a little bit, and then springing into the head of his hoisted boat, and poising a harpoon, pronounced himself fit for a fight.
7.75 inches by 10.75 inches
acrylic paint, colored pencil and ink on found paper
November 26, 2010
7.75 inches by 10.75 inches
acrylic paint, colored pencil and ink on found paper
November 26, 2010
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This Queequeg has a little Krishna going on, making me think he's godlike.
ReplyDeletePerhaps I am projecting a bit of my own interpretation into the text here, but I was always fascinated by Queequeg's fever, his illness, his apparent brush with death, and his near miraculous decision to, basically, not die. All of the sudden, this man who was hovering at death's door has some kind of physically impossible resurgence and roars back to life. It really is kind of divine, similar in some ways to Christ and to the journey of the hero who travels through death's realm and returns to the living with great powers. So this is my attempt to show that transformation of Queequeg from the simple tattooed harpooneer into an almost idealized man. An almost perfect, possibly divine, resurrected being with great power.
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