Living with Art – Refashioning a Fish Mold

Do you like fun facts? Here’s one from the vault: I don’t eat fish. Okay, that wasn’t fun at all, especially since I could have told you I once co-starred in an amateur pornographic film with Tom Brokaw. I mean, that’s not true, but I could have said it. What were we talking about? Fish? I can totally see why you brought up Tom Brokaw, you lewd little subject changer.

Anyway, I picked up this fish mold at Goodwill six or seven years ago (lewdly, as one will), and about a month ago, during a fit of cleaning, my husband begged me to get rid of it.

“You can’t possibly make this thing cool,” my husband said. I think he was tired. I think EYE was double dog dared.

So.

After another long week, I stayed up until 6:30 this morning painting the fish to emphasize all the cool sculptural details. Here’s what it looked like when I left to get breakfast with my mother at 9:30, rocking the good good hair after three hours of sleep.

In the night, I also made this sign to go with the fish:

I planned this project before Prince died, which is why I was listening to Prince and quoting Nirvana (“it’s OK to eat fish ’cause they don’t have any feelings”).

I also made this sign, but it was too big.

I blasphemed real coins AND coins from our local equivalent of Chuck E. Cheese in this one. Woo me.

After putting some nails in the wall, I added coins to the ruler, teeth to the mouth, and dots to the border. And there it is: My tribute to Nirvana, Tom Brokaw, fish molds, pescatarians, or some of the above.