Wednesday, November 19, 2008


Georges Braque’s poissons. For my soon to be 11-year-old niece, who has the misfortune of celebrating her birthday on the other side of the world, and two days before Xmas, a French picture book called Petit Musee, from which this image comes.

If I’m not mistaken, the dual fish are my “sign.” Although I prefer “Danger Falling Rocks,” and respond that way when the unwary ask me what my "sign" is. Recently, I decided to not buy fish anymore. The ocean is just too depleted, species counts are way, way down, farm-raised is ecologically disastrous, o, it just goes on and on.

I’ll miss smoked bluefish, fillets of stripped bass (king of fish!), and eel most of all.


knithound brooklyn said...

Please. You are depressing me MORE. I am already so depressed.

amarilla said...

There's always the jellies. I hear you can pickle them. And the cubist's fish are most satisfying.