MOBY-DICK, page 331

Title: ...but, on a sudden, as the eightieth or ninetieth bucket came suckingly up — my God! poor Tashtego — like the twin reciprocating bucket in a veritable well, dropped head-foremost down into this great Tun of Heidelburgh, and with a horrible oily gurgling, went clean out of sight!

10.25 x 7.25 inches
acrylic paint, ink and marker on found paper
August 1, 2010