Well, I am a little obsessed with my space. The fish quarter of the San Lorenzo market is vibrant, full of color and noise, smells and sights that are rarely seen. I spent a few hours observing and just taking in everything. Texture, color, freezing cold. Blood stains the ice. The loud THWACK as huge knives break the usual chatter of customers and vendors. The fish squelch and squish as they are shoved and pushed aside to make room for others. Some seem as if they are still alive, ready to talk or to jump at you. Others are spliced and chopped, innards exposed for the whole world to see. There is a sense of vulnerability. They are all exposed, on display, specimens almost. I was especially attracted to the octopus and its coiling squishy tentacles. It lay with its underbelly facing upward... awkward almost... revealed and a bit uncomfortable, as if I was seeing too much, invading its privacy.
The human interaction is priceless. Everyone knows exactly what they want and how they want it. The people know exactly who to go to for each product. In one stand, three generations all worked together. Father teaching son teaching son. I intend to go again tomorrow to collect more. More of what? Fish scales, guts...there really isn't a lot of hard evidence that I can bring back into the studio, but we will see.
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