So, after work we had a couple IPAs and he gave me one of the pale, almost see-through, silvery, lil' fishies. I named him Subway Tan. That's the kind of tan that one would get if they spent their life underground; pale, translucent, and blue around the eyes.
Oblivious to the sordid details surround his existence, Subway Tan is an otherwise happy fish.
ZNZN is a close friend of mine from, gasp, the 90's. Together, we've been classmates, roommates, Go-Kart-mates, and drinking buddies. I've spent Thanksgiving at his families table, but most importantly, ZNZN and I were in a Nirvana / Weezer / Pixies cover band together called The Sofa Kings. At his surface and at his core, he is an artist. ZNZN has started an online store for his version of found art. This piece blows me away.
The description reads as follows:
I dated a beautiful girl when I lived in Philadelphia. She gave me a bag of dried sardines as a going away present when I moved to Greenville. Smelly, potent and in a bag. Just like our relationship.
I made This to commemorate That. Approximately 2' x 2'
I guess that means that...
Oblivious to the sordid details surrounding their existence post mortem, the subjects in the piece School Of Fish are otherwise happy dead fish.
To own School Of Fish, click here.
Why did I edit this post? Cause I don't know if it would get me fired and I'm not willing to find out. Cheers.