Fishboy’s Story

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.


Poaching partrol, Fishboy comes acropper by Erica Madelin

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.


Shore Leave by Erica Madelin

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?


The Lord Giveth and the Lord Taketh Away by Erica Madelin

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.


Cuddles by Erica Madelin

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.


Bicycles for Fishboys by Erica Madelin

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!


Fits where it Touches by Erica Madelin

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.