Koi slide between currents of water, the water like glass discloses the sky to me. But what do the koi see? What do they think about the clouds above them, the depths of blue? How do they feel breaking the surface and feeling the air, knowing in that brief moment a not-water world that lives above them?
I have been making small koi drawings. If the large koi pictures are ponds, these would be koi puddles, I suppose. Guppies, fish in the fish bowl.
And of the blue? What does one say of that? For large acres of sky, I trade in little patches. Bits of sky. Sky confetti. What a delight blue is.
Oh, let’s throw a party! A sky party to celebrate, yes indeed. I’ll give you a puddle-worth. And we’ll splash like children again.