Yes today is the 5th day of Inktober and as you can see I have chosen a mermaid for my theme of the day!
Everybody knows what a mermaid is, but do you know what they are really like?
They aren’t what you see in Disney movies according certain world folklore and that’s for sure! They don’t go around singing at mortals and wishing they were humans and fall in love you know, well actually they do sing at mortals and when they do it’s a sign you really should block your ears and get out of that ocean and according to some legends, they do sometimes fall in love with mortals too, but it’s not all pearls and coral – oh no!
Mermaids from Ireland were called Merrows and they were supposed to be ugly creatures, with green hair, scales, and claws and were evil critters by all accounts. They had a penchant for falling in love with beautiful human men and would often kidnap them to take them into the sea to drown them so their spirit could live with them in the other realm or they would take on the appearance of a beautiful human woman and breed with him on land and disappear with or without her offspring and the groom.
In Russia they have the Rusalka which can be either benevolent or evil depending upon the individual, you could never tell what a Rusalka would be like if you saw one, so it was best to keep away from them. It is thought they were the spirits of young girls who were horrendously killed or had violent accidents, if their death was caused by a rape and a murder it was said that those would be evil spirits to men, as any man who goes near her in her transformed self would be garrotted to death by her long hair! Sometimes women who are in danger would become protected by the Rusalka from any man nearby who is about to harm her!
The Fin Folk of Norway and the Orkney Islands were often considered using humans as slaves and they only way to escape them were to throw coins of silver into the sea to distract them as they loved silver a lot!
So, the next time you think that mermaids are sweet endearing ladies of the sea, with shrill beautiful voices and you fancy taking your chances to get romantically involved with one – think again!
Every mermaid is expected to drown in her own tears
For the dreams she’s had for years, of walking on hot sands like a lady for a man
A thousand myths and legends tear at the mermaid’s heart
Myths of the tailless four arm mers
She has seen them in her people’s art
How she wished to be an explorer of their sands
Witnessing the dry green scape and touch them with her hands
How she wished she knew, what it meant to be dry
Dry from all her tears
The foregoing poem was written rather quickly and the quality has surprised me, usually I think everything I do is useless, but I like this piece. In fact I like it so much, I feel a story coming on, whether it will be short enough for me to want to post that eventually on this blog, I don’t know, but it is inspiring me to do more and there are other poems creeping into my head of a similar theme too!
Windy, grey and cold was the weather that day, the cold wet sand beneath Rebecca’s bare feet felt oddly comforting to her. Trying to warm herself in vain with folded arms rubbing her shoulders, standing in nothing but a renaissance style under-dress, she watched the horizon intently as though focusing on something approaching, but there was nothing and nor was she really expecting there to be.
She could hear them coming behind her – her family and her maidservant, calling out to her to get inside and put some clothes on, as she might catch her death of cold; but she looked on and the nearer they got, the further towards the sea she walked as though hypnotized by some demonic siren.
Intrigued to find out what happens next? Like this post and if I get 10 likes by the 20th November I will make a story for you.
Thank you, enjoy!
1st attempt at watercolor mermaid scene
For the last 6 months I have attempted to teach myself art, sketching and painting particularly with watercolors.
The image that you see is my first ever attempt at creating a watercolor mermaid under the sea scene and my first ever attempt at under-painting a picture.
This image is unfinished and I am afraid to say it will stay that way because I mixed the shades of colors that are used on the paper and my fiance Paul knocked over the palette when getting it for me and it was all lost and I am very reluctant to attempt to try making more of the same shades of color as I don’t want to completely ruin this picture.
There are some blemishes to the image, for example the mark of yellow on her left inside elbow amongst other things, but I cannot repair these without severely impacting on the color scheme, as I cannot guarantee I can mix the same shades again.
I am a self-taught artist that have only really been practicing twice a month any kind of art-work for about a year now, as I mentioned before my attempt at watercolors started about six months ago.
In my personal opinion, starting to teach yourself artwork, particularly sketching/drawing shouldn’t really start at how-to-draw books, because that never worked for me, instead, trusting my own eye works better and reading books based on painting; that is of course if you eventually want to move onto painting your images.
I have been getting a lot of comments from my immediate family and friends that they believe I have a natural talent for art considering that I spend less than five hours a month practicing; personally I don’t see it, I see too many imperfections in my work and I cheat. For example, I have hidden one of the mermaid’s hands in this picture because I couldn’t make it look as good as her right hand and the paper was thinning with all the erasing I had to do.
I have a gallery at deviantart.com if you wish to see more pictures that I’ve done as well as my budding artist four year old son, Henry, some of his best work are up there, which reminds me that I must add his version of a toucan up later on.
A slithery wet hand touches your lifeless skin
She’s breathing into your mouth
Your life in shatters begins again
For this mermaid is no foe, but friend
A rare creature from the cruel sea
A rare mermaid has come to thee
She has saved your life, this time around
She’s kept your life all safe and sound
On the sandy shore you lie
You wake up and do not realise
How close you came to death last night
Nor who has relit your life’s shining light
Rising up into the wistful rainy night, I don’t see the stars shining bright
Awoken from my bed of sea, I sit on a rock and sulk grumpily
There are no boats out this eventide
No one to call to doom
I’ll sit and wait for the sailors to come
So I can sing my tune
Little fishes swim with me
Under the beautiful briny sea
A pearl necklace around my neck
I wait for you or a shipwreck
How beautiful you see me now
Sitting on my rock
But if you’re wise you’ll know what I am
And your ears you will block
Oh come to me dear sailor
My friend and my foe
I know you have faraway places that you are meant to go
But I will bring you jewels a plenty
My beauty is unparalleled
Come closer to the water, and I will show you hell
Draped in pearls, she sings a song of death
She swims around the vessel
She smells the sailor’s breath!
She calls to him so delicately
Singing him to doom
He tries not to listen
But he sees her chest festooned
Pretty little pearls so white
Glistening in the sea
Around a neck of purity
Surely she cannot harm me?
He thinks so sure, he thinks he is wise
So takes off his clothes and swims
She catches him with ease and now the story gets grim
The sailor dies unwittingly beneath the rocky waves
The maiden he had got too near, has torn his airways
He swims with the little fishes, in his deathly state
He will be a warning to others, not to make the same mistakes…
I’m freshly covered in water, from head to my toes
Cool luscious water, where the sea flows
Stones gather around me, little pebbles too
I do not have the need to wear pretty diamante shoes
I swim all day prancing through the beautiful blue waves
To eat a crab or mussels is what this girl craves
Rock pooling in the shallow waters is everything I need
To keep me very happy and broadly journeyed
I rarely enter shallow waters, and rarer still the land
For if I were ever seen I’ll be a made a spectacle of man