Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

There is something magic about fish markets, the old ones.
The smell, the hands, the faces of people working there,
The Fish gifted from Mother Nature being cut and sold to feed the village.
Nothing to do with the huge new cold and starilised new fish markets, built following the logic of profit, there is no poetry there, no sould, no love.
Catania has one of the oldest fish markets in Italy, with Syracyse, Naples, and Rialto in Venice.
They maintained the purest form of human work and balance with us and the Sea.
The colours are sharp, the shapes and the lights are perfect, under any angle.
You can perhaps smell the fish from the painting.

Artists paint what they see.
I see beauty in the ordinary, my art will be eternal because it reflect a moment in time, and that moment keeps repeting and will live forever.
If you are looking for nice abstract colours painting to match your carpet of your couch im not your artist, my art is not made to be pretty, my art is loud, it talks, a lot, it has meaning and significance.
My art is interesting, questionable, Why did you put a fish on your wall??
why did you put a dead fish on your wall??
Talk about it, understand it.
I'd put a rembrandt on my wall, I'd put a Velazquez, I'd put a Goya.
Hostory, admiration, honesty.
My art is honest.
Bold.
Direct.
Like a fish market.
Like me.