Fish have always fascinated me. Since childhood in New York, they mesmerized me in the markets lying on ice with their cold stare, emotionless and hypnotic. Teenage years at the Jersey shore drew me to the docks in the late afternoons when the boats returned to proudly display their dumped catches for all of us to see. Their eyes all had the same look despite heir size or species, as though they had all witnessed the same things no matter where they came from.
Catholic school brought me into a world of icons and accepted unknowns, dark religious representations and events fulfilling man’s need to bring the spiritual down to the physical plane for a better understanding of Him, entangling himself with the very objects and ceremonies men create as aides and language, becoming more involved with the entanglement itself, than its reason for being.
