Somehow I woke up the other night feeling like I had to draw/paint a Siamese fighting fish. Yes, it was a very specific feeling. I felt that there was something so aesthetically pleasing and challenging about being able to paint such a beautiful fish. And sure enough the outcome has been very satisfying. While I was painting though, I had to keep reminding myself that it's okay to stuff up, get colours in the wrong place or in the wrong order. I think the more I paint, the more I learn how to not control. Maybe that's why I needed to paint this fish.