Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 30 August 2015
Gone fishing (no carp jokes here)
The same friend who tried to buy the portrait of me standing outside the pub expressed the desire for a painting of goldfish, for some reason. Look no further I said, and told her of a series of goldfish paintings done by H.I. a few years ago. She is coming round to look at them this afternoon, and may buy one.
I have never understood the way Coy Carp have become a commodity so valuable, that a whole criminal industry has been built up around them - there are now fish rustlers, whereas before here in G.B. we only had to worry about herons.
I suppose it stems from Japan, where they can get curiously obsessed with certain things, and highly attuned to the nuances of colour or markings on them which somehow make them stand out as exceptional or rare.
A rich client of mine has a large pool filled with massive carp which swim around languorously in perfectly pure, generously aerated water, having nothing better to do than eat and look pretty.
One of these fish is pure white, with an almost perfect orange disc in the middle of its forehead. I think he paid about £8000 for this single fish.
I stress the point about it being almost perfect, because if it were truly perfect, the fish would be the living embodiment of the Japanese national flag and would be worth about £30,000. Not one for the dinner table.