MY FRIEND has become a little active lately and sometimes he show me his present works. Now a ”Spontan aluminium sculpture”. He calls it: ”Mackerel”. My own thoughts goes more like a frozen teardrop or something like that. But no.
”The title is Mackerel” he says. Then he lower his voice to a wisper and I get the explanation. And I must admit that it makes a bit sense. (He put an empty mackerel can on the logs in his stove; as an experiment. Then it dissapeared until he found this drop in the ashes next morning.)