I made this fish after the death of my father, the artist Eugene George Canade (1914-2001) who died in Paris a few days after ⁹⁄₁₁. A versatile and consummate artist, he explored fish and shell structures, making works and basing them in paper, metal and wood. His wood sculptures of fish were stranded after his death; the collective trauma of that time mixes for me with mourning him. And I made this little fish to come to grips with that mourning of him and of the loss of objects that were taking on overwhelming importance for me. Because he particularly cherished these sculptures, and because lost, ambients, things become overwhelming.