As is sometimes the case, I was inspired by something I really didn't like at all. I saw an art show, which made me frown, and not in a good way. "If the artist can call that art, then there is nothing to say I cannot create something of interest and meaning, and call it art" I thought to myself.
So following the current of my recent interest in the depths, I embarked on a piece.
But, it seems, as usual, my hands know the inner workings of my mind before I do, and as I drew, cut, stitched, turned, stuffed and held it, I slowly fell in love.
His working name is Andy. He is so ugly, and his bait is unlikely to tempt anyone. I felt for him. Then I began thinking, maybe he wouldn't be so ugly to another angler fish...
a break from the rhythm
3 days ago