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

5 comments:

voicenovoice said...

such peace. and such foreboding absence.

WOPettit said...

Outstanding!

Matt Kish said...

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

Matt Kish said...

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.

Buck said...

Right on Lizzy!