I draw Mermaids, because I am one. Well, metaphorically that is. I don’t have a scaly tail, and, although I learned to swim before I could walk, my legs are firmly planted on terra firma. I find the smell of the salt-laden, briney sea mist intoxicating - my skin is hydrated and refreshed by its dampness. The sun streaked tendrils of my hair are generally impossibly tangled and the wave tattoo on my lower-back betrays my passion. I prefer sea glass to diamonds, and would take a pair of Sperry’s over Jimmy Choo’s any day of the week. For me, the ocean is my equilibrium, and sailing on it, my refuge. The call of the sea has more than an abstract meaning for one in whose ears it sings. It sings to me.
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