MOBY-DICK, page 268

Title: In the distance, a great white mass lazily rose, and rising higher and higher, and disentangling itself from the azure, at last gleamed before our prow like a snow-slide, new slid from the hills. Thus glistening for a moment, as slowly it subsided, and sank. Then once more arose, and silently gleamed.

10.75 x 15.5 inches
acrylic paint and ink on found paper
June 3, 2010