Not buyin' it.

I took a brief jaunt to Cincinnati last weekend to celebrate my grandfather's birthday with my family (this one without him, unfortunately). On Friday, I sat in the passenger seat as my grandma darted around town, showing me tons of cool artsy places. This piece in Funke Fired Arts, a warehouse-turned-pottery gallery was named after some kind of fish, but Grandma Millie didn't see anything fishy about it.