A different coloured fish
By Sheena Crichton Mckenzie Our last workshop ahead of the exhibition was a flurry of busyness, conversation and questioning. There was the last- minute completion of art pieces, the start of new, the preparation of a brochure to give exhibition attendees the necessary background and the teasing out of arguments (friendly) with husband around worth and suitability of poetry. We also did a lot of soul searching around whether the exhibition matched the initial brief and whether we were hard hitting enough with our message. Jane mentioned the previous week that I still ought to do a tea towel and as I walked along the shore with my dog, Nellie, that morning I thought about how I could print the tea towel in such a way that a message about my son’s life could come through. I decided on printing fish going along in one direction and there was to be one fish that was different and going against the tide. Of course, that was Hugh. He was always a little different. I liked that....