A while I ask people on here and on other forum what happen to their pet fishes here is a bit of blurb about why and the results.
I was inspired by the themes in Gaston Bachelard’s book The Poetics of Space, he says that your childhood home and that environment makes you what you are as an adult; it’s a place of dreams and fantasy. So I started looking at dark and funny narratives from my childhood.
I remembered how my mum never buried my pets when they died. I can still vividly recall how my budgie Joey was wrapped in newspaper and put in the bin. This started me thinking about my other pets and particularly the goldfish and how they were flushed down the loo without ceremony or funeral.
So I launched a Face book group and also joined several Internet forums to asked people “What was your goldfish called?” So far I have over 200 responses from people telling me their goldfish tales. Which have been really interesting and very humorous.
So I decided to hand make some of the dead fishes that people had told me about, as a way of memorialising all the flushed goldfish.
By commemorating them, I am righting my childhood wrongs.
Each fish is labeled with their history, their names and how they died and how they were disposed of.
I hand cast each one and in plaster of paris and painted them, took me flipping weeks!
Laura
