Of the Sea Strong and venerable these beings are of mother earth, She is my equal, my mother, my daughter, Protect but not to smother, Set free without a cage but offer home to return, Never to look down upon, but to share a thought, Worship her soul and not only the skin, I am but the moon as she is my earth, floating beyond the sun, When I am lost at sea she will guide me home, Shall I not respect the things above? Then I drown to contemplate from below

An ode to the siren, the mermaid, the women of the land and sea.

Photo project digital stills and hand drawn ink of prints.