Since mid March I have been home, sequestered, quarantined, isolated. Not alone--my husband and three dogs provide enough entertainment.
And red fish. You know that I have followed themes for many years-- I jump down a rabbit hole and am compelled to chase until it catches me.
Who knows why these red fish have been my muse of choice for the past inside weeks. I have had a thought ever since reading 100 Years of Solitude and then later Love in a Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez of a scene he paints with words. It is a drawing room, in a time of severe heat and humidity. He envisions red fish swimming in a school through the air. For years I have played with the idea that I should paint that.
So, here come the fish. The fish of my dreams. The fish of my imagination. The red fish. I tried to stop, but everything I painted was trash. So I scraped the surface and painted a fish.
"One fish, two fish, RED fish, blue fish." Dr. Seuss
We don't really know when this will be over. WE DON'T REALLY KNOW WHEN THIS WILL BE OVER!!!
Until, I continue to paint.
Red Fish Detail