A fish isn’t a sort of creature you feel you want to take home and stroke is it. Let’s be candid, most look bloody awful. Aesthetics eh. There was an eccentric character in The Tailor of Panama who found the bougainvillea in his neighbor’s garden so lovely he wanted to bite it, and Sir Francis Galton (the English Victorian statistician, progressive, polymath, sociologist, psychologist, anthropologist, eugenicist, tropical explorer, geographer, inventor, meteorologist, proto-geneticist and –exhale-psychometrician) tried to quantify the geographic distribution of female beauty thus: ‘I prick holes, unseen, in a piece of paper, torn rudely into a cross with a long leg. I use its upper end for good, the cross arms for medium, the lower end for bad.’ Apparently all this was done secretly under his overcoat. Ha. Anyway, an attempt to render a midway point between beauty and beastly is nigh on impossible.
I’m intrigued about the aesthetic and sacred beauty in mathematics. Maths has a reputation for making people (like me) anxious. It is universally acknowledged however, that it’s particularly satisfying when a single shape can tile the plane – that is, fit together with no gaps or overlaps – especially when that shape is a fish. The mathematical artist David Bailey has a great drawing of fish positioned in such a way that if you reflect the pattern vertically, so right becomes left and vice versa, and then move it one row up or down, the new position fits perfectly over the original. I’m a Pisces and I take my fellow fishies very seriously. In an age of over-fishing and crashing marine stocks, it’s difficult to keep track of what is ethically kosher. I’m going to say “not much”, but that’s a spoiler isn’t it. I think we should all be taking classes in marine biology, oceanography, and ichthyology while simultaneously enrolling in scuba diving school this summer. Then we’d get the ‘atmosphere’ just right.
In The Fish That Saved Pittsburgh (odd, hilarious film, and some of you will love it) ‘The Pittsburgh Pythons’ are the worst team in the NBA. Most of the players attribute their losing streak to the stellar Moses Guthrie who’s monopolizing the spotlight. After a walkout, the towel boy Tyronne decides to consult with an astrologist named Mona who comes up with a winning concept: a team composed entirely of players born under the astrological sign of Pisces, the star sign of Moses Guthrie. John Ruskin said that ‘no human being, however great, or powerful, was ever so free as a fish.’ And goodness, I agree. Just hang out with a real life one and I reckon you’ll be illuminated – and also, if you’re lucky, they’ll provoke feelings of awe. It’s a foolproof form of rigorous post hoc reasoning. Rough and leacherous you say? Easy one, I was born under the ‘dog star’. But I would say that, I’m a Pisces.
source: Gabri Guerrero