Tuesday, February 18, 2020

MOBY-DICK, page 288

Title: Faintly smacking his withered lips over it for a moment, the old negro muttered, "Best cooked 'teak I eber taste; joosy, berry joosy."

7.75 x 5 inches
acrylic paint, ballpoint pen and marker on found paper
June 24, 2010

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