Tuesday, February 4, 2020

MOBY-DICK, page 207

Title: Thus we were weaving and weaving away when I started at a sound so strange, long drawn, and musically wild and unearthly, that the ball of free will dropped from my hand, and I stood gazing up at the clouds...

11 x 8.5 inches
ink on found paper
March 21, 2010


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