Paradise: goldfish in my hand

Physical drawing on paper with pencil then digital coloring

I am afflicted with temporal melancholy. I hold a goldfish in my hand… I gaze at it. Its eyes, two black and boundless circles, seem like portals to eternity. Time has frozen in this moment, or perhaps I am lost in an endless cycle of time. The fish twitches in my hand, but is this movement its will, or merely its body’s reaction to the absence of water? I, too, like it, am trapped in this suspended moment, caught between being and non-being