The story of this work of art begins years earlier when a twisted mass of wire washed down the brook behind my house and was retrieved by my husband. He carried the rusty, tangled form right past me and was heading to the trash bin when I saw “her” and proclaimed, “Steve, it's a mermaid!”
Hence, “she” was promptly rescued from his arms and placed squarely amongst the flowers in my garden where she lived, relatively peacefully (barring a few more times, early on, when I had to retrieve her from the trash pile -- before Steve could see her mermaidness, and finally resigned himself to letting her stay.) Years passed and she held her ground with graceful presence alongside the foxgloves and delphiniums.
In the winter of 2010, she started to speak to me -- only at first I did not know it was her voice. That winter, I spent many days in the woods behind my home, often walking along the very brook that had carried the twisted wire into my possession. On these treks, my mind’s eye began to see a mermaid who seemed to be caught upstream. Because she was exerting all of her energy swimming against the current, she was falling prey to the many hooks that were being cast her way in attempts to catch her. I could see she was in need of rescue and began to formulate a plan.
I walked and reflected on this for many days. One day I decided that I might be able to help release her by bringing her into the light so we could examine what was happening, see how she became stuck. This, I reasoned, might give her the courage to be true to herself. The idea was that she would share her truth with those who had eagerly hooked her when she was vulnerable and unaware; in honoring her truth, she could then be released. Then she would be free to go to the places she had intended to go before she had forgotten to pay attention and had gotten caught upstream.
I spent many more days walking and searching for a way that I could make her visible, bring her into the light. Then, one night I had a dream. In the dream, a beautiful twisted tree, stripped of its bark, its branches and roots missing, washed past me in the brook behind my home. I perceived the tree as a beautiful piece of art.
The dream brought many layers of awareness to my life and is still enlightening me. One of the things the dream reminded me was that I had received a gift of art from the very water where the tree had presented itself. In the dream, I had been standing behind a fence, looking down into the water. Was the fence a part of "her"? The twisted wire mermaid had always been visible to me! She had been sitting in my garden awaiting her purpose. (The dream also contained my gardens.)
So, the walks, the visions, the dream with the twisted tree, and the rusty, tangled mermaid born of the water all merged, as so often things in my life do since I've learned to follow my dreams and visions. My hands and heart got to work crafting “Awareness” so that she could be seen by others and go on to carry out her true mission, the one she was meant for before all the hooks got in the way and confused her.
|Mayor James Ruberto, my friend and me|
She now resides in the Florida home of the former mayor of my city, in remembrance of his wife, who passed from cancer.