I was at the koi pond this week, visiting fishes that I have sorely neglected. What have I been doing lately anyway? Feels like a whirlwind. Well, the end of one year moving into the beginning of a new one can feel that way. I know I was drawing still life and doodling some landscape ideas and this week I returned finally to my fishes (who pretended not to recognize me). Is rather like juggling roses and shrubs and koi. Quite a circus act, that would be.
Well, after a suitable interval of distain the fishes stopped being coy. Then it was just koi I juggled. And they tumble into a bunch in the detail above, bustling and crowding one another.
I have a bunch of ideas for new ponds. One pretends that art works will follow each other in some kind of logical sequence. But it never quite works that way. The impulse to do this or that happens higgledy-piggledy. The real work of picture making is a melange. It just is.
The koi need to understand. But they did persuade me to come back soon.