Saturday, January 22, 2011

MOBY-DICK, Page 537

Title: But soon, as if satisfied that his work for that time was done, he pushed his pleated forehead through the ocean, and trailing after him the intertangled lines, continued his leeward way at a traveller's methodic pace.

7.25 inches by 10.25 inches
acrylic paint on found paper
January 13, 2011

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5 comments:

  1. voicenovoice/élisabeth guinsbourgJanuary 23, 2011 at 3:29 PM

    such peace. and such foreboding absence.

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  2. WOPettitJanuary 23, 2011 at 6:18 PM

    Outstanding!

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  3. Matt KishJanuary 24, 2011 at 10:21 AM

    Lizzy, yes! Peace AND foreboding absence! Your comment was just PERFECT!

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  4. Matt KishJanuary 24, 2011 at 10:22 AM

    Bill, thank you, I had been pouring myself into these detailed, messy, splattery pieces, but this passage as a moment of peace and calm. I wanted something simple, yet hopefully still ominous. It really came together nicely, and quickly.

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  5. BuckJanuary 24, 2011 at 12:18 PM

    Right on Lizzy!

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