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Mermaid Penny Sea Maiden 18 by Robert Kline
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Mermaid Penny Sea Maiden 18

Mermaid art and story by Robert Kline

This is a retired mermaid print that is very limited in supply, therefore it is currently available in the following matted size (entire matted size): 5" x 7" and 11" x 14".

This wonderful Sea Maiden art and story comes from a collection of Sea Maidens (mermaids), Sea Babies (mermaid babies), Sea Masters (merman), pirates, lighthouses and fairies created by renowned artist and novelist Robert Kline of St. Augustine, Florida. The lovely mermaid print has been derived from Robert’s novel The Forgotten Voyage of the H.M.S. Baci. The print is a lithograph reproduction of Robert’s original pencil and watercolor painting. It has been hand labeled and hand signed by Robert in pencil. All of the prints come with a 1/4″ foam backing and the 5×7′s, 8×10′s, 11×14′s are matted sizes so all you need is a frame and they are ready to hang on your wall! Each of the prints come with an excerpt from Robert Kline’s novel The Forgotten Voyage of H.M.S. Baci in which multiple generations of the Roberts’ family explore the seven seas in search of the world’s mermaid and merman population. The following is the story written for this print:

His aeroplane tethered because of high winds, Edmund C. Roberts left his steamship, the Baci Finale. Ashore at last, he hired a carriage and then a horse, traveling even further up the coast. He stayed to those roads that paralleled the Pacific shore’ finally tying his mount and venturing down a path leading ti a cliff overlooking the ocean. He stood for a moment, watching the huge waves roll onto the sun-soaked beach.

“Is that a log?” he asked himself as he alternately studied a means of descending and then looked back at the object below. “By Jove! I do believe it’s a Sea Maiden—-stranded, as it were…unmoving…deceased?” He frowned and swung from the slight tree he held, working his way through the tangle of underbrush until he accompanied the beach. It was indeed a Sea Maiden he had spied, she being a short walk from where he now stood, her body twisted, the sun fully caressing her. Edmund drew a breath. While it had been some time since he had given it much thought, he realized he had come to prefer to prefer females of the more mannish sort. And yet the demonstrably feminine Sea Maiden before him had his attention immediately arrested, booked and summarily incarcerated. He approached her as if fearing she would awaken.

He looked down in the silence as she lay in his shadow. A sea gull screamed overhead. The Sea Maidens face did not move. Her chest was still. He watched her. Her chest did not move. He looked away and then back again. Her chest continued motionless. He closed his eyes and thought good thoughts. He peaked with one eye. There was no hint of breath. Her breasts neither rose nor fell. “Damnation!” he cursed as he succumbed and knelled at her side. She remained the study of calm. “Statuesque,” he muttered as he continued to stare; “a work of art—and so serenely beautiful in death.”

Edmund C. Roberts did not know what old Gnarly Dan had taught his grandfather, the gentleman naturalist, Sir Edmund Roberts: Sea Maidens are aquatic mammals, and as such, sleep—weather in the deep or ashore—in a manner to conserve oxygen—a mini-hibernation. Their hearts beat once an hour. Their lungs husband life-sustaining air and ever so grudgingly release it into their languidly drifting bloodstream.

Edmund C. Roberts was mourning a slumbering Sea Maiden. He leaned over her face, mightily tempted by the soft allure of her body. He looked to her face and particularly her lips. He glanced guiltily over his shoulder and then up the hill from whence he had come, and finally out to the sea. He was unobserved. Who would know? Only he.

He was still a bit shy, having had bad salmon the night before, but found his Sea Maiden as fresh as an onshore breeze. He touched her lips. They were salty, cool, velvety. He warmed them with his own. He looked at her closed eyes. She was Beautiful. He looked at her open eyes.

“Hell damnation!” he shrieked as he scrambled to his feet, clawing backward across the sand as he rose. The Sea Maiden rubbed her eyes and watched with drowsy fascination as the object of her dream fled to the woods.

His journal reads:
Heaven forgive me.
Brown hair. Glorious body. Blue tail.
March 9, 1913

There are more Sea Maidens (mermaids), sea baby, pirates and sea masters prints available. Different characters and print sizes. Collect the series! This item will be sent flat via USPS 1st class mail or priority mail.

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