nude with selachophobia

This is a fortuitous theme for me, because I have an out-of-town guest for a week, and so won't be able to make a new collage.  This is one I made a couple of years ago.

There's a bit of a story to go with it. I think all good phobias should come with a story. I'm afraid of spiders: that's my only true phobia. My relationship with sharks is rather more complicated...You have to understand: I love sharks. They are sleek, beautiful, ancient, misunderstood animals who are endangered by fishing all over the world. I founded the mailing list SHARK-L; I'm an activist for shark conservation; I even built a website devoted to all things sharky.

But... (here's the complicated part) I grew up with a large, angry, irrational, all-consuming mother, so ever since early childhood, I've been afraid of being eaten alive. I have this fear that I will be quietly minding my own business--like Pierre Bonnard's wife putting on her cologne, from the gorgeous "Nude Against Daylight"--and this monster will swoop in from nowhere, open her horrendous maw, chomp me into chunks, and eat me up! (I sure hope my mother never reads this... =laugh=)