Thursday, November 06, 2014


"Self-portrait, to sea"

Pencil, pen and ink, colored pencil.


"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball."

—from "Loomings" (chapter 1) of Moby-Dick by Herman Melville.

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