I’m so used to being late to the party that I’m not ashamed to share something that maybe everyone else has seen.  I am a little sheepish, maybe, but that’s different.

Aren’t these pictures cool?  They’re by Matt Kish, who’s making a picture for every page of Moby Dick. The first picture is for page 47: “Delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin…”  The second, for page 97: It was now clear sunrise. (Thank you, Flavorwire.)

On Kish’s website, he writes:

I’ve avoided looking at other artist’s interpretations of Moby-Dick, and for the most part have avoided looking at any other art in general while I work on this. I want the art to come from me and not from what I’m looking at. Some of the art I’m making depends on the viewer having at least some general knowledge of Moby-Dick, and I think it would probably be really hard for someone who hasn’t read the book to get the whole story simply by looking at my art. When deciding what to illustrate from a particular page, I try to focus on what seem to be the most important elements from that part of the story. Still, these aren’t storyboards or comic book pages so I’m not trying to tell the full story of Moby-Dick in pictures.

The project is amazing.  Please enjoy it at length.

Kish was inspired by artist and pornographer Zak Smith, whose illustrated Gravity’s Rainbow was made into a book.  That’s another amazing thing I’ve never heard of.

Page 03: “A screaming comes across the sky…Above him lift girders…the carriage, which is built on several levels…drunks, old veterans…hustlers…derelicts, exhausted women with more children…”

Amazing.

Zak Smith is now illustrating Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian, along with Sean McCarthy, John Mejias, Craig Taylor, Shawn Cheng, and Matt Wiegle.  I find this more exciting than the above because, well, I’ve actually read Blood Meridian, and I loved it.

Page 45:” Now wolves had come to follow them, great pale lobos with yellow eyes that trotted neat of foot or squatted in the shimmering heat to watch them where made their noon halt.”

Page 97: “An ancient walled presidio composed wholly of mud, a tall mud church and mud watchtowers and all of it rainwashed and lumpy and sloughing into a soft decay.”

You know what’s great about being late to the party?  You’re never short of things to discover and enjoy.  You might have to do it by yourself, but whatever.

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