This is a screenprint I made a while ago as part of a project for a children's book, the story is about this fish that lives his life feeling out of his element, riding his vespa and not knowing exactly where to go.
I still draw him very often and mostly he is having cups of tea and thinking about what to do.
He has legs and likes Camper shoes, he does not have a name yet or at least he still does not feel he can trust me with it.
I always feel so sceptical about the things I do, about the quality of what I produce but sometimes I wonder if it is fair to all these characters that populate my head.I have so many and I draw them constantly but somehow I never let them be.
Somehow everytime I tell myself that I am not good enough I am telling them too.
I should start giving them some credit.
Maybe it is just the misconception that ideas belong just to you, maybe they don't and that's why if you don't listen to them sometime later you notice that they knocked to someone else's door.
That I would hate, to realize that Mr. Fish not only did not feel comfortable enough to tell me his name but also went to knock to someone else's door, out of frustration.
This time I promise to tell one of his stories soon!
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