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Sirens Call

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A vivid painting depicts three mermaids watching a ship sail into a colorful sunset. The sea glistens with shades of blue, reflecting the vibrant, cloud-streaked sky in hues of pink, orange, and purple. The mermaids sit on rocks, their tails shimmering in the light.

This painting depicts a vibrant and enchanting seascape at sunset. The sky is ablaze with a myriad of colors, ranging from deep blues and purples to vivid pinks and oranges, creating a stunning contrast with the calm sea below. In the foreground, three mermaids are positioned on rocky outcrops, their tails glistening with hints of green and purple. They gaze wistfully towards the horizon where a majestic sailing ship is silhouetted against the glowing sky. The overall atmosphere evokes a sense of wonder and mystery, blending elements of fantasy and natural beauty.

Sirens Call

Mermaid Mashup (Part 2)

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“Why do Mermaids have fish bodies?” This question led to the creation of this artwork. There are myriad of different species in the oceans, one of the most beautiful of which is the Jellyfish. So, when thinking of which to combine with the upper half of a woman, this beautiful creature came to mind. In … Read more

Mermaid Mashup (Part 1)

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“Why do Mermaids have fish bodies?” This question led to the creation of this artwork. There are myriad of different species in the oceans, one of the most beautiful of which is the Jellyfish. So, when thinking of which to combine with the upper half of a woman, this beautiful creature came to mind. In … Read more

The Mermaid Queen

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She’s seen the fall of the Dodo, the discovery of the Whalefish, the wholesale destruction of her kingdom. She’s battled the the trawlers, the whalers, and the dumpers. She bears the scars of an ocean in peril, of currents in collapse. She is the queen of the deep, the last Mermaid queen. Note, this could … Read more

I’ll Fall

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Like July in winter, a muse as perfect as she is a ghost. She’s intimate with flight, because she’s a bird of the sea. She’s perfect for me, but her imperfectness can never be. I’m only with her, in her royal court at Kush, past the weight of the day, in the dreams of the could have been. She flies with her broken wings and catches my fall, but will never know the depth of it all. She’s a mirage in my mind, of qualities transferred by the shores of my dreams. How I’ve fallen.