Holy Goldfish

Several years ago, in Bali, I saw these giant goldfish gathered in a pool created by a sacred spring. It seemed to me a remarkable place.
I’ve clung to this picture, there’s something about the motion that speaks to me, calls my name, one could say. Puts its hand up. The swimming draws me in.

P.S. A print of this sold at the Auckland Art Fair last night. That was uplifting news.