John Fish


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John Fish
Age: 60
City: Los Angeles
Country: United States
Joined: May 2008

The universe is mostly empty of matter, yet full of energy. I think that the human condition is an attempt to make sense and out of the emptiness. The failure to do so results in a mystery and beauty that is both poetic and spiritual. I try to depict the fullness and depth of this “empty” space with rich textures, vibrant movement and flowing color in paint.

Stark, bold, surreal landscapes of southwestern U.S. influence my work. I use the elements of nature without form that is constantly changing and evolving to express my emotions without the boundaries of form except as an iconic element. I capture the essence of these landscapes and use the textures, color and fluidity to express my emotions.

The reason I like to paint non-objective art is that I am creating a new moment in time while also knowing that my past thoughts and experiences influence the way I depict reality, energy and emotions.

John Fish is a graduate of Arizona State University where he majored in commercial art and minored in psychology. He studied creative writing and counseling at Los Angeles City College and art at The School of Visual Arts in NYC. He has designed numerous books and dust jackets including “God in the Midst of the City” for Johnny Appleseed Publishing. Fish has worked as Art Director and Graphic Designer for publishing firms and newspapers in New York City and Los Angeles. He is a painter and writer. His art has been used to illustrate theater posters, game boxes, apparel, greeting cards, magazines and history books. John lives in Hollywood, California.

Journal Entries

Groups, blogs, journals?

Posted about 1 year ago, 3 comments so far.

Writing

Dead People at a Party

Dead People at a Party / By John Fish I dreamed of dead people at a party. It was an odd invitation. An odd affair. We had all been at the same party the night before and it hadn’t been much …

Taking Flight-the story

19×24in. acrylic on cardboard “Best be home by dark,” Grandma said. “There’s hoards of villains out there tonight.” / Bart knew she was referring to the festival …

Headlights

Joey wrote. He wrote on a yellow legal pad that he had purchased at the 99 Cent Store. He wanted to write about what it was that had brought him to this point. Those few key decisions. What had he bee…

Spark of Dark Light - text

Alway looking for the light, he fell to the pavement, reached for a hand and closed his fist. The gutter loomed higher as he tried to lift his heart, his mind, his memories to a lofty spot high on a d…

The Lucky Singer

The singer sang a song about flowers that popped out of cans of diet soda and turned into potato chips. He lined the children up along a park bench and gave them cookies that had been baked by his Aun…

Valley of Darkness

The Sun Merchant led me around the corner of a cliff where villages were tucked away, high above, and the walls of rocks were etched with panels of carved animals to ward off waring tribes and plagues…

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