Monday, December 13, 2010

MOBY-DICK, Page 473

Title: ...Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it.

7.5 inches by 9 inches
acryclic paint and ink on found paper
December 2, 2010

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  1. TitusDecember 14, 2010 at 4:39 AM

    Black Uluru!

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  2. Matt KishDecember 15, 2010 at 1:00 PM

    Titus, very sharp indeed! I am fascinated by Aboriginal art. I have long had too great a tendency to rely far too much on closed, heavy, very defined lines so learning to do things with a brush, and learning to make images in fragments or pieces like this, has been a revelation.

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  3. voicenovoice/élisabeth guinsbourgDecember 15, 2010 at 2:30 PM

    i am fascinated and delightes with the looseness coming into your art - i was going to write heart.... and blackness in this

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  4. Matt KishDecember 16, 2010 at 10:28 AM

    At first it was so hard to even see this. How does one paint a soul? So I just forgot everything I was thinking and looked inside myself and remembered what I had done with that piece about the soul of the blacksmith. The rest came easy.

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