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Inspired byChurrigueresque Psychosomatic Magicalism. Gold patina, gold leaf technique, wet on wet watercolor painting, acrylic, oils on canvas, bleeding pigments, gold sparkles, beautiful dreamy fine arts composition, ultra detailed and stunning. A young caucasian woman with blonde hair tyed back in a bun, gorgeous face tilted upward to the sky, gorgeous features, wearing a silvery white and gold translucent gown is siiting in a boat on the water. The boat is all gold with paintbrush technique here and there light blue and sepia. You can see her silhouette reflecting in the water, gold waves amidst a calm teal blue sea. Above her, golden goldfish are flying in the air, sepia gold pale rose, pale blue sky where the horizon is hard to depict. Magnificient, impressionists, masterpiece.
The goldfish left the water on a Tuesday.
There was nothing wrong with the water. They had simply spent enough time in it.
By afternoon, seven of them were swimming above a woman in a golden boat. Their fins moved through the sky like curtains in houses where nobody had died yet.
She had bought the boat with money intended for a sensible life.
It leaked a little.
So did the sensible life.
Her dress was silver with gold flowers sewn into it. Some of the flowers had cost more than actual flowers, which seemed a peculiar achievement.
“Where are you going?” she asked a fish.
The fish opened its mouth.
Nothing came out, but it was a very complete nothing.
She understood.
Years ago, a man had promised to take her somewhere. He owned a car and several opinions about the weather. Eventually he took her to a supermarket.
She thought about him now without much sadness. Somewhere he was probably comparing two cans of peas.
The largest goldfish drifted close enough for her to see herself in its eye: a small woman in a smaller boat, wearing a dress that could not be washed by ordinary methods.
She liked that version of herself.
It required so little room.
There were no oars. The man who sold her the boat had forgotten to mention this.
When she returned to ask about them, his shop was a bakery.
She bought a bun and decided to proceed.
Now the boat moved whenever it felt like moving, which was more often than she had expected. Water tapped the hull with its tiny blue fingers.
Above her, the goldfish were gathering around a place in the sky that looked exactly like all the other places.
Perhaps they had an appointment there.
Perhaps somebody had died and left them the air.
She lifted one hand, then put it back on the edge of the boat. There was nothing to feed them except the bun, and she had eaten that yesterday.
For a while she worried they would leave.
Then a small fish settled into the sky beside her shoulder.
She watched its transparent tail fold and unfold.
The sun was going down. She had no idea where she would sleep.
For the first time all day, this seemed like something she could find out later.
