I always felt something of a "moby dick" vibe, a kind of quixotesque thing going (but without the comedy of Cervantes) in these photos. They kept saying something tragic to me, a weird feeling, and with the Moby Dick reference remaining stuck in my head... well, I decided to do something about it. So, I juxtaposed Herman Melville's writing and my photos, and was very pleased with the results. By the way, these photos were taken last year and are from a videoclip of an instrumental tune I composed. I'm gonna upload them soon!!
"Not so with the whale; one of whose peculiarities it is, to have an entire non-valvular structure of the blood vessels, so that when pierced by even so small a point as a harpoon, a deadly drain is at once begun upon his whole arterial system; and when this is heightened by the extraordinary pressure of water at a great distance below the surface, his life can be said to pour from him in incessant streams. Yet so vast is the quantity of blood in him, and so distant and numerous its interior fountains, that he will keep up bleeding and bleeding for a considerable period; even as in drought a river will flow, whose source is in the well-springs of far off and undiscernable hills. Even now, when the boats pulled upon this whale, and perilously drew over his swaying flukes, and the lances were darted into him, they were followed by steady jets from the new made wound, which kept continually playing, while the natural spout-hole in is head was only at intervals, however rapid, sending its affrighted moisture into the air. From this last vent no blood yet came, because no vital part of him had thus far been struck. His life, as they significantly call it, was untouched."
Herman Melville, Moby Dick, p. 332.
