Capital Fang

Capital Fang

A few years ago I had my studio directly at the harbor basin. In the evening I took a walk along the winter promenade with my neighbor, a painter. Just as we passed, an angler pulled a huge pike-perch out of the water, already the third of the evening. I used to like to go fishing myself and so I congratulated him on his successful catch. He was a Russian resettler and spoke no German. But my neighbor conversed with him with his hands and feet; until I could get my camera and scan it with his prey.