October 2009. Traditional media (mixed) on paper. "Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each."I do not think that they will sing to me."I have seen them riding seaward on the wavesCombing the white hair of the waves blown backWhen the wind blows the water white and black."We have lingered in the chambers of the seaBy sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brownTill human voices wake us, and we drown."-T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). From "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," published in "Prufrock and Other Observations," 1917.