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

2 comments:

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.