Tuesday, December 7, 2010

MOBY-DICK, Page 466

Title: Availing himself of the mild, summer-cool weather that now reigned in these latitudes, and in preparation for the peculiarly active pursuits shortly to be anticipated, Perth, the begrimed, blistered old blacksmith, had not removed his portable forge to the hold again, after concluding his contributory work for Ahab's leg, but still retained it on deck, fast lashed to ringbolts by the foremast...

8.25 inches by 11 inches
acrylic paint, charcoal, colored pencil and ink on found paper
November 27, 2010


  1. I often worry that it is perhaps too apparent what my influences are and what symbolism I work toward with these pieces. Sparks. Flame. Soot. Rough stone. Hephaestus. His cyclops assistants. Sometimes...well, actually, often, when I am working on a piece, I feel like it has been inside of me for many many years. These pieces just feel like this is the way "Moby-Dick" has always looked and it's only now that I am getting around to putting it on paper. Something for me to contemplate, I suppose.


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