Sunday, December 12, 2010

MOBY-DICK, Page 472

Title: At such times, under an abated sun; afloat all day upon smooth, slow heaving swells; seated in his boat, light as a birch canoe; and so sociably mixing with the soft waves themselves, that like hearth-stone cats they purr against the gunwale; these are the times of dreamy quietude, when beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean's skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not willingly remember, that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang.

7.25 inches by 10.25 inches
ink and marker on found paper
December 1, 2010


Titus said...

Oh, that's genius! Love it. Scale!

Matt Kish said...

Scale had, for such a long time, utterly defeated me. But with this project, I feel like I started to learn how to handle it and a few pieces, like this one, were real breakthroughs for me. I suppose diligent daily effort will do that though.