For many years I lived inside a system that was not mine.
I received an education far from art, worked in a job I hated and did not understand, and measured myself by rules that did not belong to me.
I felt like a failure, convinced I was incapable of anything that mattered.
At the same time I kept making creatures quietly, as if it did not count.
I thought the problem was me.
I often returned to the well-known metaphor about a fish judged by its ability to climb a tree. I was that fish.
This piece is autobiographical.
The fish is felted from wool – a material that does not belong to water. It carries the memory of being out of place.
The work consists of three parts:
- sculptural composition (fish and tree on a base)
- hand-drawn cardboard painting with the fish metaphor
- personal history embedded in the form
This exact fish will never exist again.
This is not a toy. It is an art object about misplacement and the decision to choose your own element.
It is not for everyone. It is for someone who is ready to admit:
“I am not broken – I am simply not where I belong,” and who has the courage to step down from the familiar tree into the unknown water.
For a collector who recognizes this.
Size:- the tree height 33 cm (13 inches)
- the fish length 11 cm (4 inches)
- the picture 10×15 cm (4×6 inches)