.: misery for mariners :.

For my final project in Illustration this semester, I'm experimenting by illustrating four old wive's tales in a variety of mediums and styles.

Crush your eggshells when you are done with them, or witches will make boats of them and terrorize sailors:

Oh, never leave your eggshells unbroken in the cup,
Think of us poor sailor-men and always smash them up,
For witches come and find them and sail away to sea,
And make a lot of misery for mariners like me.

Prints available. Note me if interested.

Art © B. Veenstra
Poem is an anonymous one from the 1930's.