Mermaid in the Deep- Graphite 9″ x 12″

Coming upon a mermaid is a most wondrous sight, but one is advised to to be very cautious when approaching her, or him!   There appears to be two varieties of merpeople.  I say two because the mermaid or merman is a very elusive creature and it is merely conjecture at this point as to the number of types.  And why wouldn’t they be elusive!?  They seem to be well aware of mankind’s penchant to shoot, stuff, and subsequently proudly hang over their fireplaces their so called “trophies”.   Or perhaps even worse is forcing them to perform in some Sea World type place, or caging them in a tiny aquarium in some zoo for all the world to gawk at open mouthed and perhaps drooling.

The two known supposed varieties of merpeople are the common or ordinary mermaid/man  (though there is nothing common or ordinary about them)  and the second known as a siren.  The common merperson is known to assume the form of a dolphin to  guide sailors who are lost, lead ships trying to navigate treacherous rock filled waters, rescue drowning sailors , etc.

Ah, but the sirens are a whole nother matter.  Their intent towards mankind is not so benevolent.  They enjoy immensely, sitting on the rocks sweetly singing with their bewitchingly beautiful voices luring unwary and unsuspecting sailors to certain death.  Their ships, then are steered by maddened men whom neither can see,  know or care that the rocks are mere yards away waiting to smash their ships into thousands of little pieces that will end up as as flotsam and jetsam on a beach next morning.  The sailor who is lucky enough to have survived the sinking of his ship only to come to the notice of the sirens is likewise lured below the waves where the sirens continue to sing their hauntingly beautiful songs, the sailor responding by following them ever lower to the icy depths, only to realize when it too late that he is drowning and soon to be dead.

The learned and well known authority on the children of the fae, Hans Christian Andersen, purports to believe that merpeople live to be around 300 years old, have no souls,  turn to seafoam when they die, and must earn their souls by good deeds. (kind of keeps out the Sirens, doesn’t it…?)   I however think that is utter rubbish and nonsense and is a patent expression of the arrogance of some who think that just because they are capable of writing things down that it makes it true.  I do not believe for one second that any merperson would disclose such a personal detail about themselves to any human.  Frankly no human lives long enough to prove or disprove how long a mermaid lives or knows with absolute certainty that they themselves even have a soul.  Personally, I believe that all creatures do have them though like everyone else I can’t prove it.  I would be a lot happier if  I could.

In conclusion I strongly admonish that if you are so incredibly  fortunate as to come upon a merperson that you take note and keep to a safe distance.  Admire, but do not under any circumstance attempt to touch or make contact in any way.

Copyright 2013 All rights reserved Ann Gates Fiser

What Do Mermaids Do All Day Long?

"Evia" 9" x 12" Graphite
“Evia” 9″ x 12″ Graphite

What do mermaids do all day?  Are they bored with swimming around?  Or is it still as much fun as it for you and me?  Do they play with sea creatures or go to balls given by the sea king?  Do they make sushi? Yeeew!  Or search for pearls and other sea treasures to adorn themselves with?  Do they go on sightseeing tours of far away seas and oceans? Do they rise to the surface to study the stars or gawk at boat loads of sailors and swim with the dolphins and sun on the rocks? What do mermaids do all day long?

Copyright 2013  All Rights Reserved Ann Gates Fiser

Ignoring the Beauty and Mystery

“Ignoring the Beauty and Mystery” (AKA Familiarity Breeds Contempt) Graphite 9″ x 12″

Have you ever noticed that no matter how beautiful or exotic your surroundings are, after a while unless you try very heard you begin to not notice.  Everything becomes common place and mundane.  One of the things I love about going away for a couple of weeks is that when I come back to the incredible beauty of the Pacific NW, it knocks my socks off all over again.  And I find myself in utter gratitude that I get to live here.

I drew this sketch as a reminder to myself to stop and really see with fresh eyes where I am and what’s around me.  In the drawing the mermaid is totally oblivious to all the wonder, mystery and beauty of the ocean floor around her.  The colorful and really exotic fish (with a little help from me), the vividly colorful plants (or least they will be when I paint them) go unnoticed.   She is utterly bored. She needs a vacation so she can see what I see.

What in your life are you ignoring, failing to see?

Copyright 2013 All rights reserved Ann Gates Fiser

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Taking a Breather

“Taking a Breather”   12″ x 9″   Graphite

“Taking a Breather”

taking_a_breatherMeleah, like many mermaids loved to go top side to sun herself and contemplate having another existence, one where she could walk upon the land and visit exotic places that were out of reach to her in her present form.  Or she would stare at the sky and watch the flight of birds, to her they were the  fishes of the heavens,  and wish that she could join them in their utter freedom of flight.   But though these things appealed to her strongly, she was as aware as any human child of the story of the little mermaid, who traded her tail fin for legs to be with her love.  And more importantly she knew the ending of that story. How the little mermaid had been left painfully without home or love.   The story had even more impact on her because to her. and her kind, it was not a story but history,  the history that was taught to every young one in hopes that they would not make the same mistake.   So  Meleah’s longing never went any farther than a wistful daydream. 

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“Maestro Blininni and the Fish Choir”

Sketch for the Day

Maestro Bellini appeared in a mediation one day. This is one of the sketches, that has me stumped when someone asks, “Where did you get that idea?!”  All I can say is that it bubbles up from the depths of my creative unconscious and I no longer argue with the muse. If it shows up it gets space on a page. Sometimes I eventually even paint it.

I’m particularly fond of “Maestro Blininni and the Fish Choir” because he’s so obviously out of his element and yet he’s still in the full passion of his art.  One of the things I’ve noticed that keeps people from being creative is they think they have to have the exact perfect circumstances in which to do it. In this past year I’ve found that if I let it, my muse will come forth anywhere and everywhere, and my creativity expands exponentially. I think that’s one reason that I’m now keeping a sketchbook with me most of the time.  In the process I’ve discovered a love for drawing that I didn’t know I possessed. Drawing used to only be a necessary but trying means to be able to put paint on a piece of paper.

“Maestro Blininni and the Fish Choir” 9″ x 12″ Graphite