Ahh, mermaids.
Isabella’s Art reminds me of one of my favorite poems, by T.S. Eliot.
Here is the ebb of “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”:
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Full text here.
Isabella has an Etsy page, and she makes shadow puppets too! Get ‘em here.
