'Art Imitating Life'

I enjoy a-maize-ing moments and steamrolling-out hackneyed phrases. I suggest you swallow or spit.

I had an aesthetically pleasing day-start
For my two sailfin plecos made art

After a little spat between my fish and me over Marrows and the Not-Sucking-Of*, I resumed feeding them zucchinis. It's been shared by plee-koh-keepers that plecos will differ in zucchini-part preference - some eat the rind only, some eat the skin only, some eat every part. So I share with you that mine are strictly Rind-Only eaters.

Back to the morning: I traipsed down to the pond/tank/pond (look, it defies definition...) to check on the zucchinis. Background: Plecos are nocturnal feeders plus I have the additional aggravation from the has-to-be-deliberate hiding my fish do, to my seeking. And lo-and-behold! A work of art, the most perfectly sculpted zucchini ever!

Typically, the evidence that my plecos have eaten reminds me of tire tracks - Corvettes on Cougettes. Burnt rubber, baby! Today, it's bee-yoo-tee-foooool hemispherical harmony, a crater of perfectly rounded symmetry. How did my babies know that Art is my job and hence, my Life?

And in case, you can't suss my curatorial framework - the 'visual narrative' is from colour to black-and-white to highlight the formal aesthetics, and from the big picture to the fine detail.

*From Internet-mining of what-to-feed-plecos information, the list included zucchinis and cucumbers. Neither of which were in stock on that fateful day and there were instead marrows. I figured it's part of the same happy veggie family, so P1 and P2 should love these marrows and eat the damn marrows. INSTEAD, despite pleas and cajolings, the feeding spot was vacated as farts leave the body.