flipping through my sketch book is a lot like a therapy session. Pieces of motifs start to mean something, these animals and characters all begin to tell their stories.
These fishes came into my mind. They might already have resided somewhere in my memories. I might have seem them years ago, in the morning market of Taiwan, or at the aquarium next to my father's house in Bangkok.
As each of our stories progress, the meanings of these characters also manifested. I'm revisiting an old friend, but at the same time just getting to know him.
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