The Red Fish started when I was, as ever, dumpster diving in throw-out bins. I love stones and am always alert for a fetching piece of whatever.
Here was this thick plank of rosso verona with unusually strong shell markings in a fervent red setting.
"You're throwing this away!"
"Yeah, you want it?"
So, ok, I loaded it across my Vespa and took it for another destiny.
Only because I felt sorry for it, really, I began a rescue scenario. Being long and flat I knew I would end up with a fish. What would be better, though, than a fish with seashell markings? The plus was that this stuff was thick, so I could get more wiggle into it.
The Red Fish has a lot of surface area, which all has to be described comprehensively, so the shapes pull from end to end, and top to bottom. It has a line on one side that gives tension. The other side has a scoop shape. The eye must not be caught someplace.
When I coach young people, I say, “the stone is lovely and pretty to shine—but try to think of the inside of the sculpture. Sculpt the inside.”
I like the change-ups and it pleases me to succeed in describing the broad surfaces convincingly in different ways.
The Red Fish is available for purchase.