It was a lamp made of a grizzly old fisherman sitting in a row boat. Everything out of proportion; the man’s head was giant. His hat was actually the lamp shade. A flat topped, droopy thing, made of hat material.
The actual lamp was made of wood. It seemed to be carved, or it looked carved. I don’t think I would know the difference between real and fake carving. His body was sitting in a rowboat, but a squished-up row boat, almost square, as wide as it was long. If it was carved, it was all carved out of one piece, the man, the boat, everything.
You turned on the light by pulling down the “line” of the fisherman’s pole, hanging above the water. The water around the boat spread out from the boat as a base, so the lamp wouldn’t fall over. At one point, you could see a fish poking his head out, seeming to mock the fisherman. You could see where the fish had been swimming by a lighter shade of water, so you got the impression he was baiting the fisherman. His path wound back and forth, all around the boat.
The expression on the fisherman’s giant face was total outrage! His eyeballs bulged, eyebrows slanted sharply, he seemed to be gritting his teeth. Bright red patches on his face, like this had been going on for a long time. A horrible duel between fisherman and fish.
Next to the lamp there was a sign. “Bedroom Lamp, by local artist Paul Grand. $200.00.” Good gosh! Nobody would ever sleep again with that thing in their bedroom! I had to have it.
My Aunt was coming to stay with me for a week. The skinflint aunt who controlled my inheritance for two... more... long... years...