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Ah, another whale picture! This time in portrait!

I was inspired to draw this one morning as my dreams faded by the memory of one of my favourite short stories, 'The Whirlpool' by Lord Dunsany.

Text here if you fancy reading it, it's literally one page long:

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Whirlpool

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I was imagining some titanic figure being made into an aquatic anthro to survive underwater as he tosses the seas into foam and maelstrom, was originally going to do a shark, but had trouble with the head.

Again, had trouble with the feet, but the whole affair with the giant head and squat stature is meant to look a bit surreal and dreamlike more than anything else. In the distance, he's meant to be considering his new task as he sees the ships approaching against the disc of the sun.

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"But longer than is needed to make me strong and fierce again I may not stay, and at set of sun, when my arms are strong again and when I feel in my legs that I can plant them fair and bent upon the floor of ocean, then I go back to take a new grip upon the waters of the Straits, and to guard the Further Seas again for a hundred years. Because the gods are jealous, lest too many men shall pass to the Happy Isles and find content. FOR THE GODS HAVE NOT CONTENT."