I begin here because before transforming, one must learn to look. I observe the fish and respect its anatomy, its weight, its silence. Each scale is a conscious decision; each curve a refusal of exaggeration.
Fidelity is not imitation; it is a position.
Here the form does not interpret. It accepts gravity.
At this point I enter into dialogue with the gazes that embraced the same decision in Carpeaux, Dalou and Meunier.

Realism observes. Soon, however, the form will begin to vibrate with light.