Picture a creature shaped by paradox: a fish that is a submarine, scales lacquered like portholes, tail a propeller spinning through the boundaries of logic and legend.
This is no ordinary voyage. Our fish-sub dives through pressure zones of thought, popping up in one dimension only to flicker into the next. It absorbs currents of philosophy—one moment Zen and silent, the next surfing a wave of quantum uncertainty or ricocheting off neon skyscrapers in Shibuya. Each bubble it leaves is a wild idea—absurdism, surrealism, a glint of Jungian shadow, a whiff of Dada, an echo of cosmic laughter.
Its eye—oh, that eye—sees through the hull, the water, the veil. Abstract and bottomless, it gazes into every possible reality, the aperture of a camera tuned to frequencies of mystery and delight.
Hang this in your den of invention and let your thoughts travel: swim as a question, dive as a paradox, leap from the known to the uncharted. In the world of this art, the fish is the portal, the vehicle, the trip itself—a wild celebration of minds unmoored and senses fully awake.
