MOBY-DICK, page 278

Title: The red tide now poured from all sides of the monster like brooks down a hill. His tormented body rolled not in brine but in blood, which bubbled and seethed for furlongs behind in their wake. The slanting sun playing upon this crimson pond in the sea, sent back its reflection into every face, so that they all glowed to each other like red men.

10.75 x 7.75 inches
acrylic paint, ballpoint pen, colored pencil and ink on found paper
June 13, 2010