Water Mouse

Still not a series. Nope. No series here. Pure coincidence. Can quit any time I want. Anybody seeing a series in the fact that there are now three elemental mousies is simply being paranoid and inventing mental connections where none exist.

*adjust tinfoil hat*

I don't actually like water. I mean, I shower regularly, and I drink it, and I know that I am some ungodly high percentage water myself, but I am Not A Fan. I fear drowning. I swim poorly. I have inhaled a good solid lungful of seawater, and the projectile vomiting that follows such a happy occurance is firmly etched in my memory. And I grew up in Oregon. The water there is cold and icy and doesn't like you, and harbors pointy rocks and sulky jellyfish. Things in the ocean are very beautiful, but I have no desire to join them. I will cheerfully get up at dawn to go tidepooling, but I will wear boots and jeans to do it.

I do like koi, though. My stepmother had a spectacular collection of koi, and they were gorgeous little fishies. And smart, insomuch as one can apply the term to a brightly colored unprocessed fishstick. She insisted they had personalities. I cannot naysay this, as I had never spent a prolonged period of time with a koi. For all I know, they do.

Anyway, enough rambling! Mixed media, 9 x 12, still feelin' Art Nouveau-y, as evidenced by the weedy bits in the background. Original for sale, prints available (even jumbo!) drop a line or visit [link] for details.