The little blue fish: I copied him from somewhere … I don’t remember the source, which I changed so much that I can no longer recognize it. He didn’t start out life being blue. He evolved. He borrowed something blue, as well as something old. It was a marriage of minds.
I liked the eye. When my daughter was a baby, I used to make drawings of animals like this. I would sit on the floor drawing while my baby crawled around. And she would pick up a pencil and scratch up the eyes. I don’t think she liked the drawings looking at her like that.
But this is (of course) the Proverbial Fish. The one that got away!