The Music of the Waves

Hello, Denizens of the Internet Sea!  I hope you’ve all been swimming about happily in the summer sunshine. Myself, I took a brief break this past weekend; I desperately needed to get away and get some perspective on life — and for me, the place to do that is down by the sea.

"Dawn Fog" Watercolour

“Dawn Fog”

West about an hour from Victoria, BC, is a place called French Beach. It’s a provincial park with a campground, in a beautiful forest next to a cobblestone and sand beach. There are silvery driftwood logs to sit on, and the smooth, many-coloured stones hold the heat of the sun — you can lie on them, after wriggling around to make a nice comfy hollow, and soak up the heat from below while the cool breeze blows over you. There is always a cool breeze; the Pacific Ocean is like a giant refrigerator, and although it may be properly summer-hot half a kilometre inland, by the ocean you need a sweater. Or two.

On Friday, I was basking on those stones, leaning on a log with two friends, sleepily gazing at the gentle waves lapping the sandy part of the beach and being lulled by their music. The distant horizon, where normally one would see the Olympic Mountains across the strait, was misted over, and it looked like there was nothing between us and China. I found myself drowsily contemplating of all the things that could be under that silvery surface. There could be whales just out of sight, or giant squid, or sea serpents. There were certainly undersea gardens; I could just see the tops of the kelp floating in great rafts on the surface. I knew from kayaking over those same beds, gazing down into the clear waters on a still day, that the kelp’s holdfasts are attached to rocks many metres below, making a whole undersea forest for fish and tiny creatures.

The night before, I had lain awake listening to the wind rushing through the trees and the breakers crashing on the shore. Sometimes it was hard to tell the sounds apart. The night sea sang a song of power, a duet with the wind; I could imagine King Neptune himself out there, gleefully hurling bits of his kingdom at the alien land, eroding and claiming it to pave his pelagic halls. Sitting in the sun the next day, the languid fingers of the waves rolling the rocks together in delicate, tinkling cascades of sound, I thought of how many different tunes water can play. Or perhaps it is all one symphony, never-ending, and ever changing.

I fell to imagining what it must sound like underwater to those who live there. Not like the sloshing noise and muffled shouts of playing kids that you get when you duck under the surface at the pool — it must be like hearing the planet breathing. The sound of the waves above instead of the wind and the gulls and ravens; the rustling of anemones and sea fans and eels slipping in and out of their caves instead of the hooting of owls and rabbits rustling through the grass. And you would feel it on your skin, and reverberating through your blood, not just in your ears. If you were able to make sounds, like the whales, like the mermaids, your songs would pass right through other creatures, changing them for a moment into a part of you, a language far more intimate than our words carried on the thin air.

At last I had to return to the dry stones and the forest; but something had been conveyed to me by the chanting waves. I took away a kind of peace, an urge for a slower rhythm. Here’s the thing: if you can go to the sea, do so as often as you can, and listen carefully. Even if you are nowhere near the sea, remember that you carry its salty song in your veins; keep a large seashell at hand so you can listen to its echoes. And don’t forget to sing along.

Beneath the Surface Watercolour

Beneath the Surface

Making a Mermaid Maquette

I’ve been shamefully neglecting my main blog lately, because I’m having so much fun over here at Mermaid Music! So I thought I’d get double the use out of a post and write something that applied to both blogs.

One of the things that has been a semi-regular feature on my other blog is the occasional tutorial, or series of tutorials. Tonight I started making a mermaid character maquette for use as drawing reference for this comic, and have documented the first stages. I’ll continue posting the progress of the piece as I go along. Rather than post it all again here, I’m going to send you over to Karen Gillmore Art now, to read the post about how to make a mermaid!

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I know she doesn't look like much yet, but this is the inner soul of a mermaid maquette!

I know she doesn’t look like much yet, but this is the inner soul of a mermaid maquette!