It’s a Jungle in Here
“Fred I can’t find Georgia.”
“Just look for the orange-like-pink sparkle.”
“Oh, I think that’s her. No, another coral reef. Damn Fred, I’ve been at this for days.”
Fish have all this color but no color coding system. They are mute genius’s the way they scout around — lumps of kaleidoscopal beauty.
Project note: Everything in this painting was a new discovery—from materials to happy accidents. What a thrilling day.
Such a high compliment coming from you. Thank you Wavey.
I like the painting, especially the contrast between the hazy center and the bright fish. And I like your happy enthusiasm.
Nikki, welcome. It’s an honor to have you stop by. Thank you the specific words as well. I love that.
It’s as though your fish pull form from the chaos and blur of undifferentiated color chaos. These fish are magical, the more I look at them, and they look as if they are enacted the creative process that the first chapter of Genesis describes via myth: spirit flowing over the waters and then separating them into things. And the things are paradise, when you start to look at them.
WM: “spirit flowing over the waters and then separating them into things. And the things are paradise, when you start to look at them.” WOW. You’re comments are so rich and rewarding. I always look forward to reading them. Brilliant. Thank you.