Fishboy was born several years ago when my partner obligingly pulled a silly face that inspired me to create a whole scenario around its combination of wide eyed innocence, hope and fear.
In his first outing Fishboy was being chatted up by a bunch of mermaids who were clearly up to no good.
In 2016 year six paintings followed.
In January, inspired by Angler Fish, Fishboy tried a spot of deep sea fishing, only to find that a monster fish was less than impressed by his attempt at poaching.
Deciding that life on land might be easier afterall, Fishboy visited a small harbour town only to find the local cat population was rather too interested in his lunch.
Around the summer time he thought his luck was in when a foundered ship deposited a large box of tuna tins on his home beech. Free food! Alas, it was not to be because where was he to find a can opener?
Food is of course not everything in life, love is food for the soul afterall. In the autumn, possibly following an inapproprate conversation about Hentai, Fishboy found himself in the arms of an amorous octopus.
In December I took pity on Fishboy and sent him a bicycle. I heard that Archbishop Desmond Tutu once said: “Give a man a fish and feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime. Teach a man to cycle and he will realize fishing is stupid and boring.” I think Fishboy knows that, deep in his fishy little heart but I somehow doubt he will ever get this bicycle on the road.
Finally, as the New Year loomed I thought it would be nice if Fishboy got a present….possibly from his friend the octopus. Soggy, many armed Christmas jumper anyone? Still, it’s better than socks!
I don’t yet know what the new year will bring for Fishboy but I have so enjoyed doing these. I think I paint them like a child does, telling myself the story as I go and giggling slightly.
Almost from the moment I first noticed the man who was to become my boyfriend I wanted to paint him. I remember him looking over his shoulder at me as we sat in a friend’s car and being struck by his eyes; greyish, blueish with a golden centre and set off by an intriguing scar under the left lid. He had long, thick black hair and lips like a pre-Raphaelite angel.
Unfortunately I had only just got back into painting then and attempts to paint him never worked. I think this is partly because we take our idea of a person not from a static image but an ever-changing memory reel of moments. No portrait can ever capture all those movements, micro-expressions and emotions. I would try to draw him from pictures and from life and we both decided my attempts weren’t up to much.
The years passed and then, how many years ago I don’t really remember, he pulled a particularly silly face, puffing out his cheeks and sticking his lower lip out in a pout. I think it was probably meant to look puppyish but somehow “fish” was what sprung to mind. With Arthur Rackham’s style in mind, I did a quick ink and watercolour of a pouting merman being teased by a group of mermaids.
Last year I did a further six fishboy paintings charting hapless fishboy’s search for the good things in life – mostly fish to be honest but he is also looking for love I suppose. I will put the full set on here shortly.
This year I also, finally, got as close as I have come so far to capturing his likeness in a proper portrait. It’s not quite right (get an angle wrong by a fraction of a degree and a likeness is lost) but it is a fair attempt.
My question though is this: Which works best as a portrait? An oil in fairly traditional style, or a series of jokes poking gentle fun at my partner’s sometimes simple needs (tuna, love and bicycles)?
Copper is a wonderful metal to work with and its cheapness relative to silver means allows me to experiment more and try bigger projects with it.
Last year I started making fold-formed orchids. these were followed by some little Chrysanthemums whose layers of petals I hammered out on my doming block.
The Chrysanthemums I made into a headband, kindly modelled by a friend here.
This Christmas I have followed those up with a holly button-hole complete with coral berries.
The colour of the metal is the result of the folding and annealing process and won’t last unless I seal it under a coat of laquer.
I have a steampunk friend who insists that everything he makes is polished to a mirror shine. I admire the dedication but personally I like the way metals oxidise and age.
I have plans to choose a flower or plant for every season. For spring I am planning a hair ornament with hawthorn. I think I would try to oxidise the copper leaves to green and then combine them with little silver flowers and “buds” of white button pearls.
I would love one day to do a complete bridal set, copper flowers, a tiara and button holes for the bridegroom’s party.
In a world where florists charge up to £50 for a button-hole that won’t last the day, this must be possible! Continue reading