Marinella Mermaid Art Series

During a mysterious metamorphosis of time and era, a special daughter of Mother Earth was born. This specific daughter, named "Marinella", was dreamed into life as a rare and beautiful being of a mystical sea. Marinella seeks only to love and understand the mortal world by finding peace, freely dreaming, acquiring knowledge, and connecting to life's natural aesthetic beauty.

Marinella At Home

Marinella Amid Grace

Marinella’s Treasure

Marinella’s Tide

Marinella’s Illusion

Marinella’s Time

Marinella’s Poetry

Marinella’s Knowingness

Marinella’s Twilight Reflections

Marinella’s Prance

Lady Rosemary and Gabriella,

Daughters of the Ancient Sea

She is as resilient as the Mighty Sea. She has been twisted, tossed, and turned by the force of the raging current. She has been thrust to the dark, blind ocean floors, and battled her way back up to the sunlight-zone. She has been dangerously confronted by the lightning of the storms. She has had to fight off the sea’s monstrous creatures. She has been stalked, exploited, and netted by the ship’s mortal hunters. She has had to overcome red tide disease. Severest of all, she has been broken-hearted by the loss of a thousand loved ones. But yet, she still lives on the hope of finding love once more.

“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing". Helen Keller

Lady Rosemary

Gabriella

Lady Sardenia

Title, “Lady Sardinia”

Journal notes: Illusions:

“Recently, while wandering Italy's diverse regions, I found myself bewildered, lost, and sightlessly swimming in the Mediterranean Sea. I felt breathless and afraid. At last, I somehow floated into a sheltered sea cove. As I sat amid the 500 million-year-old Sardinia rocks, which were embellished with herbs and wildflowers, I spied a white dove in the distance. At that moment, I felt a soft energy next to me. Thereafter, I caught sight of a white Merlady ghost who gifted me a sense of peace, a heartfelt sensation that I was indeed safe. Or…maybe it was my exquisite Insanity that offered me peace during my hour of Island fear.”

Angelo Ravington

Journal Notes:

“A time ago, while privately strolling amid the Island cliffs of an ancient domain, I spied a Raven resting on a mossy rock at high tide. As the sea foam danced around the perched bird, I anticipated that it would take wing in order to escape from being drenched in the sea’s saline. However, in light of my exquisite insanity, the feminine spirit of this Raven slowly manifested into an elegant mortal form. And, oh how loyal, courageous, and protective she appeared. I thought to myself, “I shall call you Angel Ravington.”

“As the seasons come and go, I often catch a glimpse of a Feathered Raven upon my path. And, I think to myself, “My guardian Angel is near.” I am blessed to believe in such an insane and beautiful concept”

Running Wildflower

"Running Wildflower"

This art piece is inspired by my sunset rendezvous amid a remote sea path of yellow daisies. That specific evening, while freely strolling amid the sea meadow of wildflowers, I was pondering the poem…

"She Was Beautiful"

by Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald

“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.”

Sacred Path

Journal notes:

“Throughout my lifetime of ages, stages, and phases, I have gradually acquired multiple relationships, which placed my heart on several lifepaths with diverse roles. My roles and/or connections with people usually commence, evolve, peak, and then lay dormant, or fade with time.

However, while in deep retrospection of the decades of varied lifetime paths that I have experienced, there is only one path that I perceive as truly sacred. It has been only my maternal path that I hold with complete reverence. It is the path where I discovered divine and unconquerable love for another human being, my own child.”

Free To Be Me

Journal Notes

Dancing for my beloved mother, my angel"

Journal notes: "As I freely dance amid my glorious seashore, I recall my late mother's wisdom, ..."Make a sincere, honest list of everything that is genuinely beautiful about yourself. Savor that list, and love yourself no matter what. Just feel free to be you."

Lynn Haven

Journal Notes

"I feel jovial to be a part of my Prince Lynn's glorious sea meadow of sun-colored sea oats, wild daisies, and nesting sea turtles.I am honored to freely wander amid the womb of Mother Nature; my greatest inspiration." May we all find such a blessing, a safe space amid our beautiful world. (May my Lynn rest in peace)

Dr. Lynn Fassy- 12/28/59-4/08/25

Safe Landing

Journal Note

I think that we all, in one era of time or another, have loved an innate drifter, who possesses the metaphoric spirit of the great, persevering Eagle.

The beloved sky-wanderer glides into our lives, perches for a while, strokes our hearts with its mighty feathers, and feeds its lonely heart with our benevolence. Thereafter, the adored wanderer rises from its ground rest, and spreads its wings. Then once again, launches back into the sky, but not without first engraving its grace of grandiosity inside our souls.

And our last prayer of each day is that when our beloved sky-wanderer grows weary amid the clouds, there shall always be our glorious Mother Nature that bestows a blessing for a safe landing.

Safe Space

"Safe Space"

Journal notes:

I believe that we all feel Safe when we are finally no longer frightened of life’s unresolved issues that have displayed a path without solutions. Sometimes, there is simply no elucidation for the inevitable worries that infest our lives while amid earthen domains.

Awe, but then as Einstein said, “Look deep into nature and you will understand everything better.”

And when we completely understand, we are in a SAFE SPACE, and all shall serenely appear so naturally lovely like Mother Nature’s wildflowers amid the glowing sea path; my safest space.

Mia’s Familia

Mia’s Family

A time ago, my prince Lynn gifted me with a handmade, private garden by the sea. It was our serene space to meditate, think and dream. It contained a swinging bench for afternoon tea, which was generously surrounded by baby magnolias, wild lavender, gardenia, jasmine, and little angelic statuettes. There was a clean birdbath for mourning doves, butterflies, and hummingbirds. The most treasured part of our personalized garden was a large, thriving Orchid Tree of pink blossoms and healthy seed pods. I named our tree, “Mia”.

It was all truly divine until that Terrible, Terrible September Hurricane huffed and puffed its suffocating Gulf sand and seawater on top of our Garden. Everything was destroyed, dead, and buried deep in the rotting sand.

After work crews finally arrived to excavate and haul away the enormous hurricane debris, I spied the dried-up, dead Orchid tree branches of my fallen “Mia”, sticking out of the truck’s bed of horrific sand and debris. As the hauling truck drove off to the graveyard for lost things, I hoped that Mia’s seedpods found their way out of the ruins, and by way of the wind, reseeded somewhere on a beautiful, serene path by the sea. In my dreams, Mia’s Family lives on and is well-loved by those who wander onto the blooming path of Orchid Trees.

Her Greatest Love

Journal Notes, I think we inwardly grow more so from the sorrow of having loved and lost than the blissful joy of initially finding love. It is like Khalil Gibran said, ...

"When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."

The Graceful Spirit of the Hirundinidae

The Graceful Spirit of the Hirundinid

Journal notes,

While among the vanity procedures of my external world, I met un féminin healer.

Just as I began to feel drowsy via general anesthesia, I caught a hazy glimpse of the ink-engraved, winged swallow amid the youthful healer’s raised arm, which was draped with loose-fitting surgical scrubs. Thereafter, I fell into that 7-hour other realm of induced sleep.

Upon gradually awakening in the O.R. recovery room, I vaguely remember my other-realm dream of having perceived my surgical healer frolicking on an Autumn seashore with a glamorous family of deep blue swallows. It was as though she emerged from her terrestrial flesh and became unified with the birds that elegantly swayed all around her. At that trusting moment in my deep slumber, she-my healer, manifested into the gracious spirit of the Hirundinidae. How safe and blessed I am to have learned that my surgeon’s inward spirit is so majestically connected to the universe.

Spirit of the Magnolias

My Inspiration: Albert Einstein's Quote,

"Our task must be to free ourselves... by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty.” Albert Einstein

Autumn Blossom

Journal Notes

I felt inspired by how jubilant, and restored I felt on that luring new Autumn Day.

At one point or another, may we all recall that one medicinal hour in which our hearts passionately met with the free-spirited brilliance of an Autumn sunset. And oh, how splendorous we felt to merely love thine own self amid the blossoming breath of Mother Nature.

Glorious Morning

Journal Notes

"No matter of yester-gloom, I always feel immensely jovial to be embraced by our great leader, Mother Nature. It is a new, splendorous day, my loved ones."

"May we all feel grateful for every healthy breath amid this amazing Universe"

“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.” Khalil Gibran

Fields of Warms Grace

Fields of Warm Grace

Journal Notes

While amid the slightest chill of winter’s time, I physically descend into a deep mourning for the loss of vital sunshine. It is known as Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD, and is a type of winter depression. However, my inward spirit manages to overcome my SAD condition with my artistic illusions, a mere inward vision, a necessary daydream.

May my dream-wing envisions forever have mercy on my mortal experiences, especially when I feel winter’s merciless chill. I think that one’s true soul can manifest rejuvenating light/warmth when we need to. May our sun’s warming rays find you. Or more importantly, may you find the necessary warmth among your nurturing spirit. Warmth to you, my loved ones!

Gaia’s Gift

Journal Notes

Mother Nature’s snake has long been a mythological symbol in the world of medicine. It originates from the 2000-year-old tale of Asclepius, who was revered by the ancient Greeks as a god of healing.

My snake art is a representative symbol of transformation and regeneration. It is an artistic emblem of life force, representing the potential to heal from within and emerge stronger than before. The appearance of the snake spirit animal often marks the beginning or end point in our journey towards growth – when we are called to navigate challenging times with newfound strength. Allow the snake to be your guide on the path of personal transformation and inner healing.

Her Connective Love

Journal Notes

She did not know her own name, nor did she know the gene-kings of her species’ origin. She did not know the diverse loams of Earth. She never encountered a mortal, nor its rules.. She knew very little about herself and the existence of life. All she genuinely knew is that she had the ability to feel a Connective Love for all those who emerged upon her path.

Beating Hearts

Journal Notes

“I am inspired by a jellyfish's resemblance to a beautiful beating heart.”

Like most living entities, Jellyfish can be potentially dangerous. However, they are also so delicate, so fragile, and easily wounded. Often, I watch the Jellyfish sway amid each other like humble, natural dancers unaware of their beauty. Jellyfish simply move to the melody of the sea without thinking, and/or seeking to understand their majestic world. The irony is that Jellyfish do not possess a heart, nor a brain, but yet…when they gracefully waltz within their Marine space, they look exactly like a beautiful, beating heartbeat. And, my mortal heart beats more peacefully as I meditatively watch the Jellyfish rumba in the sea.

"Painting is just another way of keeping a diary"

Pablo Picasso

“Daughter Of Sol” vintage art

“Daughter of Sol”

I was inspired via yonder-world dream. This vintage art piece is a representation of my great fondness for mythology, and my deep admiration for our life-sustaining star, the brilliant sun. (May our brilliant and blessed star shine on you, forever and always!)

Lady Ruby in July vintage art

“ Lady Ruby in July”

I felt deeply inspired by how jubilant I felt one very luring summer day in July.

At one point or another, may we all recall that one youthful summer in which our hearts passionately met with the free-spirited brilliance of a July sunset. And oh how free we felt!

Embraced vintage art

Embraced

This meta ta physika art piece reflects my deep admiration for our universe and all its mysterious entities that are less seen with the common eye, and more felt with our spirit. It is a representation of my great fondness for metaphysics, mythology, and the paranormal theory of astral projection.

Labor to Heal vintage art

Labor to Heal

“She spent many wordless afternoons just swing-swaying with her dear caterpillar friend. The simplicity and quietude of it all appeared to offer a midday pause from her woes and burdens.

For some passing onlookers, the task of merely rocking back and forth on a tree swing while idly gazing out into the sea appeared unproductive and fruitless; an effortless escape from seeking constructive change or resolution. However, at this early point, it was quite the opposite; Gracie was working very hard. Her effort was not something the common eye could physically see because her labor was on the inward side; like the vigorous workings inside a Mulberry cocoon.”

Mary’s Crying Wolf vintage art

Mary’s Crying Wolf

This heartfelt art piece is a personal and symbolic expression of my heart's deep sorrow the day my beloved canine left this world. I will forever hold sacred the memories of our daily musings amid our meadow. Often, I return to our walking path and feel his ever-so beautiful wolf spirit next to me. His name was Skylar.

Gracie’s Dance

While living among the meadow’s Mulberry tree with all the flora and fauna; leafy branches of worms and silken cocoons, Gracie revived her passion for elegance and dance. Some days, with her caterpillar friend secure amid her danseuse hand, she gently twirled, whirled and glided through and around the entire meadow. Then, after ardently leaping from the ground and high into the air, she magically imagined that she was a dainty, winged Blue-Jay bird that was finally invited to fly, frolic , and mingle with the charmed sky and all its majesties.

Although, Gracie’s bluebird dream-spree in midair was only momentary, the recalled splendor and bliss of her ballerina flight graciously lived inside of her forever. Her surreal fantasy served to be a necessary excursion from her existing melancholy reality. In truth, without those occasional meetings with her vivid imagination, she would have indeed met a real-life sanctuary for the insane.

Gravie’s Dance vintage art

Lynn Haven vintage art

Lynn Haven

Journal Notes

"I feel jovial to be a part of my Prince Lynn's glorious sea meadow of auburn-colored sea oats, wild daisies, and nesting sea turtles.

I am honored to freely wander amid the womb of Mother Nature; my greatest inspiration."

Song of the Sea Meadow vintage art

Song of the Sea Meadow

“My greatest inspiration is Mother Nature. On a daily basis, I walk her world and have done so my entire life. And I am never without glee and amazement of her beauty. I especially love the sea-meadow's wildflowers that seem to waltz to the song of the gentle waves."

Dominick’s Canoe vintage art

Dominick’s Canoe

"Dominick's Canoe" is my sentimental expression of remembering the precious times of yore. When my eldest son was a young lad, youthful afternoons were spent exploring nature and dreaming of outdoor adventures.

In those sweet old-world days, he did not have video games, computers, cell phones or big screen televisions. He had a red canoe and the freedom to dream. Truly, the memories of Dominick's Canoe ignites pure splendor and gladness in my heart.

Free Spirit Dreamer vintage art

Free Spirt Dreamer

Journal Notes:

“I am inspired by my own free spirit's need to remember that the simple things in Life are truly the most beautiful." I have learned through the years that when the phases and stages of life appear dark and consuming, our truest resource for freedom is to hold on to the carefree light inside of us.”

Dreamwing vintage art

"Dreamwing" is a retrospective painting of my surreal envision while strolling in the Verdon Park meadows of Moustiers-Sainte-Marie, France. As I paced the floral grounds, I met a cliff that seemed to stretch out to the prettiest skyscape that I had ever witnessed. As I studied the scene, I watched a Falcon dance into the clouds. In that moment, I imagined myself hovering in the sky, towards the Falcon. That dreamy illusion was the inspiration of my painting,

Gracie’s Change vintage art

Excerpt from book, “Gracie’s Change”

“After hours of retrospection amid the meadow’s deadness, Gracie caught a glimpse of a fluttering shadow. As the winged shadow hovered above the open sea, she heard Luna’s echoing voice in the distance

say….“Nothing ever really dies, it just changes.”

True, Luna, the extraordinary caterpillar was gone. But

Luna, the extraordinary, majestic moth , was finally born!