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A Mermaid, Art, Home, J.W. Waterhouse, Love, Mermaid, Muse, Protection, Sea, Sleep
When I was a poor student roaming the streets of York I used to decorate my teeny tiny room in halls of residence with torn out perfume adverts from magazines. It would get me funny looks from the cool kids at Uni who thought it was all abit tatty and certainly not trendy. Then one day I walked past the tiny print shop on Gillygate and there she was – The Mermaid. Serenely combing her waves of hair amidst the misty seas. It was love at a first sight. I took her back to my room and adorned my walls with her hoping she did not mind the ignoble use of blue tack & drab surroundings. Yet those surroundings became glorious & ethereal. Life got better after my Mermaid came to stay. She watched over me whilst I slept or as if often the case did not sleep. Smiled serenely to me in the early mornings or moonlit hours of no sleeps. So close were my mermaid and I that when I kept changing rooms, residences and cold chilly flats she would always come with me and swim her way onto a new wall with a flip of her tail. Making every wall she attached herself to feel like home. For this reason she will always be one of my favourite pieces of John Waterhouse art and of all art. Home is where the Mermaid lives.
