Things accumulate, it’s true, so I have been focussing a beady eye on my belongings. If I have misgivings, it’s out.
First victim – a driftwood pike on my kitchen wall.I made it from a likely piece of wood and copper left over from the little porch roof downstairs. It’s too cute, and in my vocabulary cute is a baaaaad word. His fin was falling off anyway.
Second victim is a weathered fat wooden fish on another kitchen wall, what was it with the fish?Not so much cute as ugly, another bad word. I took it down, but left the trout backbone some wag had balanced on top after a riotous meal.
I like the way the yellow of the aging bone picks up the warm tones of the brass, and the eggshells for my compost.