Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?
i really enjoy N.C. Wyeth's paintings. he painted some famous illustrations for Treasure Island, and several other books. his son was Andrew Wyeth, who was also a great painter.
Treasure Island was my favorite book when i was a kid. i have my old copy with N.C. Wyeth's illustrations. it has fallen all apart, the pages are pretty much entirely loose individually, and the binding is just trashed. haha.
here's a photo of N.C. Wyeth, and some of his paintings/illustrations: