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Portugal
Painting, Acrylic on Canvas
Size: 9.8 W x 11.8 H x 1.2 D in
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The Fish - Poem by Elizabeth Bishop I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn't fight. He hadn't fought at all. He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper, and its pattern of darker brown was like wallpaper: shapes like full-blown roses stained and lost through age. He was speckled with barnacles, fine rosettes of lime, and infested with tiny white sea-lice, and underneath two or three rags of green weed hung down. While his gills were breathing in the terrible oxygen - the frightening gills, fresh and crisp with blood, that can cut so badly- I thought of the coarse white flesh packed in like feathers, the big bones and the little bones, the dramatic reds and blacks of his shiny entrails, and the pink swim-bladder like a big peony. I looked into his eyes which were far larger than mine but shallower, and yellowed, the irises backed and packed with tarnished tinfoil seen through the lenses of old scratched isinglass. They shifted a little, but not to return my stare. - It was more like the tipping of an object toward the light. I admired his sullen face, the mechanism of his jaw, and then I saw that from his lower lip - if you could call it a lip grim, wet, and weaponlike, hung five old pieces of fish-line, or four and a wire leader with the swivel still attached, with all their five big hooks grown firmly in his mouth. A green line, frayed at the end where he broke it, two heavier lines, and a fine black thread still crimped from the strain and snap when it broke and he got away. Like medals with their ribbons frayed and wavering, a five-haired beard of wisdom trailing from his aching jaw. I stared and stared and victory filled up the little rented boat, from the pool of bilge where oil had spread a rainbow around the rusted engine to the bailer rusted orange, the sun-cracked thwarts, the oarlocks on their strings, the gunnels- until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
Multi-paneled Painting:Acrylic on Canvas
Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork
Size:9.8 W x 11.8 H x 1.2 D in
Number of Panels:2
Frame:Gold
Ready to Hang:Not applicable
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Since 1983 Georgi Charaka has devoted most of his time to his personal work. He lives and works in Lisbon since 1999. He is a member of the Portuguese Association of Artists. Charaka was born in Bulgaria, where he graduated in the field of ceramics and glass in Sofia. In 1981-83 he worked as a product designer for sportswear factory “Orpheus”, after which in 1983 he started his own company, called “Tea”. For 15 years he was working as a ceramic, which he calls his primary passion of arts. In 1999 he moved to Lisbon, where he first started as interior walls decorator and restorer. Since 2002 he works as freelance artist in the field of aquarelle and acrylic painting.
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