A Peaceful and Nourishing Moment by Zoe Olow

Essay Explaining My Painting (A Peaceful and Nourishing Moment)

In Chapter 87, The Grand Armada, Melville lulls us into a peaceful reverie by presenting a scene devoid of violence or obsession. Ishmael and crew come upon a pod of whales protecting a group of calves as they breastfeed. Despite a lack of female characters within the novel, there is a strong feminine presence in moments such as this that are scattered throughout Moby Dick. To draw attention to this scene and its importance, my creative project is an oil painting featuring the mother whale feeding her young, with the underside of the ship visible but not centered. These moments of feminine tranquility and tenderness serve a narrative purpose to show a mind-changing moment of peace and grace amongst the rest of the book, which is filled with rage, violence, and obsession. This shows that Ishmael’s views of the whales begin to change compared to Ahab’s monomaniacal focus on them, which leads him on this path. Although the presence of women is sparse in this book, Melville proves this with a moment of grace, a beautifully tender act of breastfeeding done by these creatures amid the violence they commit towards the whales throughout the rest of their journey aboard the Pequod.

As one reads through this large book, there is constant hatred, anger, and obsession seen through Ahab and Stubb aboard the Pequod as they traverse the vast oceans in search of Moby Dick. There are not many moments of grace or peace, where the characters are not ruthlessly killing these whales for profit, but Melville does give us this beautifully tender scene that takes the readers away from their manly obsession for a moment to show us peace and femininity amongst these men. “As human infants, while suckling will calmly and fixed gaze away from the breast, as if leading two different lives at the time; and while yet drawing mortal nourishment, be still spiritually feasting upon some unearthly reminiscence” (Melville 423). 

This moment shows us that these whales are not just dangerous animals that are hunted for a commodity, but they are amazing creatures that are very intelligent and nurturing, like some humans. The men can see the peace that the whales were showing; they see the human-like qualities that they exude in that moment as they look overboard.  “Human infants while suckling” and “drawing mortal nourishment” are descriptors of proving that the whale is breastfeeding, as a human child would. I wanted to illustrate the beauty of this scene that takes us away from the gruesome acts that these men were committing against the whales by making an oil painting of a mother sperm whale breastfeeding her calf, specifically using oil paint, as it used to contain whale oil back in the 19th century; they used every part of these whales to their advantage and this was one of them. A very feminine moment that the men aboard the Pequod get to see, which takes them away from hunting these beautiful creatures, to empathize with the whales for a moment before going back to killing them. Melville writes in the Grand Armada chapter, “For, suspended in those watery vaults, floated the forms of nursing mothers of the whales, and those that by their enormous girth seemed shortly to become mothers” (Melville 423). These whales were soon to be disturbed by Ahab and his desire as they drew near to this protective moment for them. It is peace amidst the storm of violence for these men to see this tranquil sight before their eyes. Seeing this act humanizes the whales to them as they can see that motherly act that a human would do, but it is the whale doing it for her calf. 

Melville is trying to show us some peace before the violent acts towards these whales. “Though surrounded by circle upon circle of consternations and affrights, did these inscrutable creatures at the centre freely and fearlessly indulge in all peaceful concernments; yea, serenely revelled in dalliance and delight ” (Melville 424). As they gaze down into the watery abyss, these whales exhibit the femininity they don’t have on their ship. A moment when they watch these creatures perform an act truly beautiful. This is where Melville and our perception change, giving us a moment to see these whales’ nourishing act. “In this moment, our narrator’s vision becomes everyone’s (“our eyes as we gazed over the side”), and we (the reader included) finally see whales not as prey, commodities, or monsters but as living, loving, nursing beings” (Pressman). Melville again showed us that there was a moment of admiration among the men for what the whale was doing before helping the whale that was in distress in the harpoon lines, before Starbuck had sprung into action to help the whale. He wants the reader to see the difference in how these men can act in the situation at hand. 

Throughout the entire book, Melville writes that there is a desire to gain as much as they can, and that way was through the whales, as they were seen as a big source of income within their capitalistic society. Only Ahab and his obsession with Moby Dick would stop them from making as much as they could. Philip Armstrong writes in his Leviathan is a Skein of Networks that, “Melville implies that these whales, even the mothers and newborn offspring, are simply resources waiting to be harvested. The comparison between cetacean and human reproductive and nursery habits, it has seldom been noticed that an economic imperative cuts violently through the idealized maternal imagery” (Armstrong). That brief moment of beautiful peace that the men saw would only be seen for a moment before they went after the whales again. Again, this moment of the mother whale breastfeeding her calf is showing us the beauty of what the ocean holds within, and that is what I wanted to capture with my art piece.

The shift of perception on these whales is what is crucial in this moment, the peacefulness, beauty, and tenderness of the whales breastfeeding before the violent acts committed against them for man’s desires. Melville shows that Ishmael’s view of these whales is changing, which can even include the reader’s as they continue the book. This small scene captures why these whales are so special and beautiful, which then goes back to the men hunting them down. This shows that something so beautiful won’t stop them from their progress of hunting these whales for profit; Capitalism does not stop for the vulnerable or the innocent. I wanted to capture that tender moment between the mother and baby whale in my painting, as it is a very important part of how one might begin to change their views on these misunderstood creatures that live in our world’s vast oceans. 

Works Cited

Armstrong, Philip. “‘Leviathan Is a Skein of Networks’: Translations of Nature and Culture in Moby-Dick.” ELH, vol. 71, no. 4, 2004, pp. 1039–63. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/30029956. Accessed 9 Dec. 2025.

Melville, Herman, Moby-Dick, or The Whale. Penguin Classics, 2003. Book. Chapter 87, page 423 and 424

Pressman, Jessica. “Moby Dick and Breastfeeding.” Avidly, 27 May 2021, avidly.org/2020/08/20/moby-dick-and-breastfeeding/. Accessed 08 Dec. 2025.

Extra Credit- Halloween

For Halloween I had dressed up as Stubb. I had worn a white button up to signify I was a whaler/sailor, I had brought a pipe, and I had a paper sailor hat. Melville describes Stubb as a man that has “impious good humor” and is always smoking on his pipe- “For, like his nose, his short, black little pipe was one of the regular features of his face” (129). Stubb was for sure one of my favorite characters in the novel as I really liked his outspokenness and just thought he was cool.

Extra Credit Opportunity – Body of Water: Boats & Whales

Since we have concluded our misadventures on the high seas among the crew of the Pequod, I have felt a whale-sized hole within myself. As one does, I tried to fill this hole with interesting facts about whales! In doing so, I have found out how dangerous aquatic vehicles can be to our sea-life, and whales in particular. There is that famous photo of the whale’s eye, such a detailed and close look of such a mythical and legendary creature, captured by Rachel Moore who called this whale “Sweet Girl”, on account of the whale’s youth. While this whale is a humpback and not a sperm whale as Moby-Dick is, the damage caused to her by a boat is all the same. Unfortunately, only days after that photo was taken, she was killed by a boat, which tore her jaw apart. For the past few weeks, those sounds, those images, they play in my mind incessantly; whenever a moment is quiet or before I fall asleep, I only hear her. To think that we humans, through our evolution as a society, were able to create such a vehicle that can transport us from one side of the world to the other, from old worlds to new ones, wreak such havoc to the creatures just below our feet.

I have decided to go with this photo because my friend works on these types of boats, a ferry and a whale watching vessel. These vessels allow us to move through the bodies of water, to allow those without land-based automobiles to go to Coronado, to view these creatures we hardly understand, to gain new experiences to follow us for the rest of our lives. And yet, it is with these machines that we harm these creatures we seek to ‘watch’, as these journeys promise. Beforehand, I used to be wary of these sorts of excursions because I was worried—fearful even!—of these creatures landing atop of us as they leap from the seas in which they reside. Now I cannot help but think of how dangerous this could be for the whale in which we pay to watch; how many of these journeys have directly resulted in harming, or even killing the very same whales they hope to observe?

I am left with these questions by the end of it all, confused at how stories like these are not larger stories, are of no concern to many people. I feel this class has given me the building blocks to only just begin to answer these questions. Perhaps it is our terrestrial based society that causes these rifts between us and the happenings at sea. Maybe it is our insistence on separating humans and animals, society and nature. I think about my friend and how little he cares about it all, how it’s just another day, another dollar, no thoughts outside of the immediate; “Can’t wait for lunch!”; “Wonder if I can pick up another shift before next week”; “Time to move the chairs again”. This mundanity of his everyday life and job has seemed to suck out any of his remaining empathy for the wildlife in which he guides his paying customers to on the daily. Could it be that our society is one that is far too selfish and busy with the immediate thoughts and concerns that we lack the empathy to feel for these animals until it is far too late? When is it that we will care enough to put forth ideas to end such preventable deaths?

Extra credit: Halloween Edition

Ugh how can I forget Halloween 2025 without Moby Dick. I could feel the immense pressure coming form Professor Pressman in dressing up and I was so constricted in choosing one thing to dress up as, I just decided to threw everything but the kitchen sink onto this luscious 5′ 11″ 230 pound big chested body of mine. I brought a pipe (in which Melville dedicates an entire chapter to), hieroglyphic pants, a captains seaward hat and topped it off with a baby whale drinking from my hairy bosom. It was indeed a work of art that was not for the faint of heart. It was a hot mess to say the least, but when it was all said and done, I had a blast. Most importantly getting to stand alone side my other class mates that went above and beyond in their efforts made it worthwhile.

Close Read a Body of Water

After reading Blue Humanities by John R. Gillis in the beginning of the semester, I went to the beach and reflected upon it. I thought about the privilege we have to be able to go to the beach recreationally. Prior to the 1900s, the ocean was only used commercially, and rarely gone to for fun. While some places utilized the ocean for both, in America, the switch did not happen until the last 100 years. 

I sat there and listened to the ocean crashing on the sand and the people having fun. I thought about all the times I went to the beach to surf, swim, tan, run along the beach, and roller-skated along the board walk. With this easily accessibility to use the beach, comes the high cost. I was lucky enough to be born and raised in San Diego but some people have never experienced the beach. It made me think of a memory as a kid, I went to the beach with my family, like we did every week on Monday nights and I met a girl from Iowa. She came in the water with me and we began boogie boarding. She said she had never gone boogie boarding and I had to teach her. This came to an absolute shock to me since I boogie boarded every week. I had an epiphany, some people have never experienced the beach until much later in life. I thought everyone got to experience the beach, but I was one of the lucky ones. 

“It Was Never About a Whale”: Layered Symbolism, Historical Context, and Interpretive Instability in Moby-Dick

Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick is a novel defined not by interpretive clarity but by an overwhelming proliferation of meaning. The text generates symbols faster than it explains them, leaving readers to navigate a maze of metaphors, references, and philosophical digressions that destabilize the possibility of any definitive interpretation. This instability is nowhere more evident than in Chapter 42, “The Whiteness of the Whale,” in which Ishmael attempts—and fails—to account for the terror embedded in whiteness. Written in 1850, in the wake of the Fugitive Slave Act and increasing national conflict over slavery, Melville’s novel emerges from a political moment when whiteness was not merely a color but a racialized ideology shaping the moral crisis of the nation. My creative project—two bookends representing the whale’s head and tail layered with scholarly sources, tissue paper, and the pages of Chapter 42—attempts to materialize the novel’s layered, unstable symbolism. Although the whale’s whiteness is often read as universal or metaphysical, a historically grounded reading reveals that Melville’s symbolism is shaped by the cultural and political anxieties of his time. Critics such as Michael Berthold, Mary Blish, and Walter Bezanson show how Melville’s symbolic system accumulates meanings rather than stabilizing them. My artwork enacts this very process: it demonstrates that symbolism in Moby-Dick is never fixed but expands through layers of interpretation. The novel, like the sculpture, insists that the whale’s meaning cannot be contained—because it was never about a whale at all.

Walter Bezanson’s foundational essay “Moby-Dick: Work of Art” captures the generative, endlessly unfolding nature of Melville’s symbolism. He writes, “Find a key word or metaphor, start to pick it as you would a wildflower, and you will find yourself ripping up the whole forest floor. Rhetoric grows into symbolism, symbolism into structure; then all falls away and begins over again” (Bezanson). His metaphor of uprooting an entire forest to pluck a single flower underscores that Melville did not design symbols with fixed meanings. Instead, each symbol leads outward into a network of historical, philosophical, and emotional associations. This insight directly supports a reading of the whale’s whiteness as both unstable and overdetermined: it grows in significance as the reader attempts to analyze it. Bezanson’s claim also resonates with the structure of my creative project. Like the forest floor buried beneath layers of leaves, soil, and roots, the bookends reveal their meaning only through excavation. Beneath the white tissue and the pages of Chapter 42 lie the historical and critical sources that shape the deeper implications of the text. Bezanson thus frames Melville’s symbolism as a process rather than a product—a view that becomes essential when examining whiteness in its nineteenth-century context.

Michael C. Berthold provides the historical grounding necessary to understand how whiteness in Moby-Dick intersects with racial ideology. In “Moby-Dick and American Slave Narrative,” Berthold argues that Melville’s novel shares thematic terrain with slave narratives, particularly in its depiction of violence, dehumanization, and national guilt (Berthold 135). He emphasizes that Melville wrote during a period when the Fugitive Slave Act forced Northern citizens to participate in the capture and return of enslaved people, creating what Berthold calls a “moral crisis of complicity” (Berthold 145). Through this lens, the whiteness of the whale can be read not as a mystical abstraction but as a symbol of a nation attempting to mask its brutality beneath an ideology of racial purity. When Ishmael describes whiteness as “the intensifying agent in things the most appalling” (Melville 212), his language echoes the rhetoric abolitionists used to expose the hypocrisy of a country that imagined itself morally “white” while participating in racialized violence. Berthold’s interpretation shows that the whale’s whiteness resonates with real historical anxieties—and thus cannot be separated from the culture that produced it.

Mary Blish deepens this perspective by arguing that whiteness in Melville’s novel derives its power not from intrinsic symbolism but from cultural meaning. In “The Whiteness of the Whale Revisited,” she contends that whiteness terrifies precisely because it is “culturally encoded with contradictions” (Blish 56). Whiteness signifies purity, innocence, and superiority, yet simultaneously evokes erasure, violence, and domination. Blish’s argument aligns with Ishmael’s meditation on “that ghastly whiteness” that renders the color more dreadful than the red of blood itself (Melville 205). Her analysis clarifies why whiteness, in the mid-nineteenth-century American imagination, could elicit both attraction and horror; it represented the ideological contradictions of a society that imagined itself morally righteous while perpetuating slavery. Blish thus reinforces the idea that the whale’s whiteness is not a natural symbol but a cultural one—constructed, contested, and loaded with meaning.

These critical perspectives illuminate the structural logic of Chapter 42. Ishmael’s language repeatedly emphasizes the emptiness and terror of whiteness: he describes it as a “colorless all-color” and “the heartless void” (Melville 212). These metaphors suggest that whiteness becomes frightening because it operates as a blank screen onto which the most appalling meanings can be projected. This dynamic mirrors the workings of racial ideology, which depends on the illusion that whiteness is neutral or pure even as it functions as a tool of domination. In this sense, Ishmael’s philosophical inquiry parallels the political crisis Berthold identifies: whiteness appears innocent but conceals—or intensifies—the violence beneath. The chapter thus critiques not only symbolic interpretation but also the cultural logic that underpinned 1850’s racial politics.

My creative project translates these textual dynamics into physical form. The two bookends—one shaped like the whale’s head and the other like its tail—visually emphasize fragmentation. By presenting only the extremities of the whale, the sculpture mirrors the novel’s insistence that the whole meaning of the whale is inaccessible. Just as Ishmael can only interpret fragments of the whale’s symbolic presence, the viewer can only see portions of the creature’s body. The layering of materials further enhances this effect. Nestled at the center of the sculpture lie my scholarly sources, which reflect the historical and critical foundations beneath any interpretation of the text. Covering these are layers of white tissue paper, a material that simultaneously conceals and reveals. The tissue becomes a metaphor for whiteness itself: thin, translucent, seemingly pure, yet capable of obscuring the darker layers beneath. Finally, the outermost layer—the pages of Chapter 42—situates the sculpture directly within Melville’s textual universe. On the brow of the whale’s head, I placed the words “It was never about a whale,” a statement that reframes Ahab’s metaphysical fixation into a symbolic argument about history, ideology, and interpretation. The sculpture literalizes the process Bezanson describes: meaning grows as layers are added, stripped away, and reinterpreted.

Ultimately, reading the whale’s whiteness through Berthold, Blish, and Bezanson reveals that Melville’s symbolism is historically situated, culturally loaded, and structurally unstable. The whale becomes a site where national anxieties about slavery, racial ideology, and moral complicity collide with philosophical questions about meaning itself. My creative project embodies this multiplicity by presenting the whale not as a singular symbol but as a layered, fragmented, ever-evolving figure. In both the novel and the artwork, the meaning lies not within the whale but in the act of interpretation. We can never see the whole creature—because the whale, like the nation it reflects, resists being seen in full.

Work Cited

Berthold, Michael C. “Moby-Dick and American Slave Narrative.” The Massachusetts Review, vol. 35, no. 1, 1994, pp. 135–14., www.jstor.org/stable/25090518.

Bezanson, Walter E. “Moby-Dick: Work of Art.” Moby-Dick Centennial Essays. Tyrus Hillway and Luther S. Mansfield, eds. Southern Methodist University Press, 1953.

Blish, Mary. “THE WHITENESS of the WHALE REVISITED.” CLA Journal, vol. 41, no. 1, 1997, pp. 55–69, www.jstor.org/stable/44323040

Melville, Herman, et al. Moby-Dick Or, the Whale, chap. 42, pp. 204–212. London, Penguin Classics, 2003.

Extra Credit – My Annotations

I used various methods of annotating this semester, and here are some samples of the methods I ended up settling on. Overall, they made my reading experience a whole lot easier – I kept better track of the characters, plots, and themes of the book than I would have without said annotations.

I started of by check marking each chapter in the table of contents as I finished – not as a way of tracking my reading, necessarily, but as a way of encouragement, so that I could see my progress through the story. I also marked what needed to be read for each class, so that way I could stay focused on physical paper rather than constantly checking my computer. It allowed me to focus on the book itself when I had said questions about how much I had to read.

I also wrote brief 1-2 sentence summaries at the end of each chapter. In the past, when reading large books, I noticed that parts of the plot get forgotten, or it’s hard for me to keep track of all the different characters in plot threads. Thus, the solutions – chapter summaries. Sometimes they were bare bones, like this one, or they were more expansive, and sometimes humorous – it was one of many ways I found myself expressing my boredom throughout the book.

Lastly I used multiple methods of marking up the text itself. Initially I used both brackets and underlining interchangeably, but towards around the half way point I started using underlining for words or phrases that stood out to me, and brackets for longer pieces of texts – anywhere from a couple of sentences to a paragraph or so. I also wrote notes for, as in this example, I noticed references to other works, religion, or even literary techniques such as metaphors or imagery.

Overall, I would say that annotating greatly enhanced my understanding of the book. As a typically fast reader, it forced my to slow down and look at the details. This helped a ton when close reading, both in blog posts and within in class discussions.

I plan on using the methods I developed reading Moby Dick in other classes where I read an entire novel.

Close reading a body of water.

This past weekend I took a trip south to Ensenada Mexico and it was a beautiful scenic drive down the Baja Californian coast. It has been 15 years since I was last able to visit the country in which I was born and even more still since I made a trip along this part of the coast. As I witnessed the setting sun illuminate the sea with gold light and paint the mountains in red I thought about how much I have changed since I was last there. I was a young girl and now I am a 30 year old woman. I look at this body of water where the concept of borders is simply an impossibility and I my first instinct is to think it unchanged. But that’s not true, the coastline has changed. The buildings along the coast used to be sparse. Now, across large stretches I see the sprouting of construction, all in varied states of progress. Some buildings that were never finished, left with gaping holes showing rusting innards of steel. The sea air has already started to consume them. Here and there are boulders that have fallen from the seaside cliffs. All this time, the sea has not stopped its process of erosion. It’s changed though in ways more imperceptive than my own. Of course my change is more pronounced, it is a finite amount of time that i’ll inhabit this world. But the sea has been here since times inmemorial. I feel humbled as the sun finally vanishes and the sea withdraws into darkness.

Final Takeaways

In the end, I have learned that Moby-Dick was never about the whale at all. It was beyond that. The hidden meanings that we have all figured out. The political turmoil, the power structure, the whiteness, the ship acting as an operational system, the repeating cycle, and the characters we have met along the way are what truly matter. This novel truly exceeded my expectations, and Prof. Pressman did an amazing job guiding us through this journey. I would say I was completely clueless, diving straight into the novel, but being together as a class and hearing everyone’s different opinions and interpretations helped me understand the novel critically. At first, I was so shy and awkward around my classmates, but after weeks of being together, I feel so much more confident around others. Now I feel like my mind has opened up; I actually feel smarter for being able to do many interpretations throughout the chapters. But I am still…lazy. However, despite all the laziness, I enjoyed this course so much that I do not want it to end. I do hope more people will receive the chance to study this course because it truly is a ‘once in a lifetime’ experience.

Things to Think About…

I am more posting this for me than for the credit, but pardon the lateness. This class has been a really interesting one. It’s been equal parts challenging and rewarding – so much so that I find myself genuinely sad that it’s ending. I don’t think I have ever had such a collaborative experience in reading, nor have I spent as much time close reading any number of passages from books that I have read. I feel like I’ve put my brain through a gymnastics course and it’s come out with a bronze trophy – I’m not going to claim that I aced this class or had the easiest time understanding Moby-Dick, why lie at this point? We’ve all struggled, we’ve all worked hard, and we’ve all done our darndest to get the most out of this that we can.

I think my big takeaway is that all of us should be proud of what we’ve done but we should also try to take these skills and apply them to every class moving forward. This is only going to better serve us in the future, regardless of what our majors are.