Thank you, Steven. I am glad you like the fish. Flying fish became a strong symbol of mystical provision for me after reading Thor Heyerdahl’s Kon Tiki. The flying fish were the solution to the mysterious problem of how the early sailors didn’t starve to death, riding the current from South America to the Polynesian islands. Then I ended up jumbling the flying fish into Jesus’ miracle of feeding the five thousand. There is a small un-lit wall painting in the upper corner of the Loretta Chapel in Santa Fe, NM, of a fish suspended over a loaf of bread. In my mind it became a flying fish and I did a painting a number of years ago along those lines. The symbol has become more rich over time. There is even a little bit of Jonah mixed in there, not to mention many personal experiences. I thought you might be interested in the history.
It turned out so well, Jack! Thank you for sharing this. I love seeing that copper shine and all loaded with ink. Great images… Please pull a good one for me and set it aside.
This is very nice. Really like it. There is a lot of power in everything that you do. It would be nice if you could do a short movie, showing how you work and live. “One Day at The School of the Transfer of Energy”. I bet every minute would be a delight and source of inspiration.
Thank you, Wakametamago, for your very kind words. I have to admit that there are plenty of un-inspiring and un-delightful parts of my days that I conveniently edit out of this blog. Nonetheless it is all part of who I am and what I struggle to do. Here’s to life and the beauty of the mundane!
Nice work! What type of tool is used to etch the plate?
Thanks, Tyler. I used 3 different sized burins on this plate. You can see a bit of that process on this post.
Beautiful print and love seeing the workspace and process. And your son did a fine job. That fish is really quite the creature. Fantastic detail!
Thank you, Steven. I am glad you like the fish. Flying fish became a strong symbol of mystical provision for me after reading Thor Heyerdahl’s Kon Tiki. The flying fish were the solution to the mysterious problem of how the early sailors didn’t starve to death, riding the current from South America to the Polynesian islands. Then I ended up jumbling the flying fish into Jesus’ miracle of feeding the five thousand. There is a small un-lit wall painting in the upper corner of the Loretta Chapel in Santa Fe, NM, of a fish suspended over a loaf of bread. In my mind it became a flying fish and I did a painting a number of years ago along those lines. The symbol has become more rich over time. There is even a little bit of Jonah mixed in there, not to mention many personal experiences. I thought you might be interested in the history.
It turned out so well, Jack! Thank you for sharing this. I love seeing that copper shine and all loaded with ink. Great images… Please pull a good one for me and set it aside.
Thanks, Mikey. I like the copper loaded with ink as well. -and the smell is pretty great too. I will set one aside for you.
This is very nice. Really like it. There is a lot of power in everything that you do. It would be nice if you could do a short movie, showing how you work and live. “One Day at The School of the Transfer of Energy”. I bet every minute would be a delight and source of inspiration.
Thank you, Wakametamago, for your very kind words. I have to admit that there are plenty of un-inspiring and un-delightful parts of my days that I conveniently edit out of this blog. Nonetheless it is all part of who I am and what I struggle to do. Here’s to life and the beauty of the mundane!