Art doesn’t always have to be about the hard graft and technique. Sometimes it’s at its best when there is a spontaneity and fun in creations. This was exactly a case in point when around 2002, I went out for the day with my sister-in-law, Sally walking along the beach at Monk Nash.
We discovered a piece of washed up metal stuck in the sand and set about building a fish. Collecting rock, stones, pebbles and sticks we soon made our “Beached Fish”. While most definitely not a ground breaking piece of art, it was one that gave us immense entertainment and we were sure that during the day it brought a smile to those who saw it.
Art doesn’t have to sell in the Tate for millions for it to have meaning. Sometimes half the enjoyment is in the making and this is one of my most favourite pieces.