Searching

In my continual quest for the perfect fish, I consult the masters.  This little guy jumped out of Hokusai’s pond.  Or was it Hiroshige’s (is there an art historian in the house?) — well, out of the pond of one of those great old Japanese guys.  The old master was playing some scales.  Obviously he loved this fish’s scales — those beautiful scales rendered into refined patterns.

[Top of the post:  Leaping fish, after a Japanese master, by Aletha Kuschan, colored pencil]