When I think of mermaids, I think of Madison from Splash, even Ariel from The Little Mermaid; but wall art with an oversized, over embellished mermaid? Not so much.

Can I just say that her pouty pee-pee sucker lips got me a little freaked out.

And her hair? What is with the hair? Are those seams from her grown out weave?

Let’s take a look at the whole picture, shall we?

An homage to mixed media art (read: all the crap this person could find, melded into art a la resin), this mermaid art is described as:

“Swim With Me” 3D mermaid wall art

A beautiful orange and teal green mermaid drifts lazily through shallow waters. A singular gold fish follows her, hoping to discover some secret treasures…

This piece is an original, one of a kind 3D wall hanging. I have hand sculpted the mermaid from polymer clay; her facial features were hand painted with acrylic paints.
Other media includes resin, glass beads, assorted fibers and ribbons, hand made papers, and watch gears. Tail is slightly poseable.(sic)

Dude, check out the freakishly large hand! All the better to stroke the fish with, my dear.

(I have no idea where that came from. Do mermaids even like fish? Ariel likes Flounder, but is that because he’s her buddy, or do they eat fish? Ad if they don’t eat fish, what do mermaids eat?)

(Listen to me – it’s like I think mermaids are real or something.)

(It’s entirely possible I *may* have had too much caffeine today.)

{ source }

When I was 14, my friends set me up on a blind date through a weird teen phone service that was somewhat popular in Toronto. I talked to Bill on the phone a little, then we agreed to meet at the mall.
(more…)

Somehow it reminds me of childbirth.

(more…)

When I was 17, I worked as a nursing student in a geriatric residence.  It was delightful, for the most part.  There were many people who were very happy to have me speak with them, many who enjoyed the company of somebody, anybody.  One day, a resident grabbed my hand as I passed, so I crept back a few steps and crouched down to speak to her.

“Where is my sister?” she said, gingerly.

The burly old woman beside her piped up, “She’s dead, Ethel.”

The woman who grabbed my hand looked down into her lap.  “Oh,” she said quietly, then looked up at me as if I could tell her any different.

I took a breath in, about to tell her I was sorry when she smiled at me and said…

(more…)

Being a new mom is never easy. The fatigue, the sleepless nights, constant feedings. It’s enough to make even the most sane person go nuts. Trust me. I’m living it this very moment.

I guess I can be thankful that I don’t look like this:

Mommy’s was antiqued and then part of it was scrapped off to give her face some age…

Antiqued and then SCRAPPED off!? There’s aging gracefully then there’s SCRAPPED OFF.

(more…)