The black fish….after i stamped the fish i thought this is too boring. There is always a unique one in the crowd which brought me to the thought that since i can remember as much as i have wanted to be like the “crowd” somehow even by virtue of doing nothing i never fit the mold. That is ok with me. I feel i am like the tortise in the story of the tortise and hare. I may be slow..but it is my journey……
fish party….whoops! i see a spot i missed on the tail.
this is suppose to represent wavy sand or dirt….
Yeah! the finished cloth…the fish gate.