Or: The Lino Fish.

What I am trying to do is to blow loping bubbles, globes filled with lines and crepe-paper streams of light. They'll dwell and linger and maybe you can discern something in them. A shimmer or shadow. A foreign sun through stained glass. Microclimates.

This ambition requires nuance, variegation, and threading. Hence I must trace thin edges like trails of smoke. Or like the lines that make up a lion fish: stripes, fins, and poisonous spines.