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]