the onslaught of age and all the lovely side-effects associated with this wonderful period in life: lost or misplaced memories, debilitating hallucinations/delirium tremens that happen without even drinking… have given me the impressions that there are very little differences between birds and fish and can’t help but see this mutation when i observe either one.
just as the original Surrealists would just sit there, rely on automatism and wait for their subconscious to ejaculate and do the work for their intellectually over-stressed creamy consciousnesses, i often sit at the vise and things just happen.
birds happen. bird shapes that appeal to fish happen. bird shapes that move like fish in the water happen.
somewhere the cross-over happened and to be honest, i couldn’t be happier. it even makes me want to dance like a bird.