There is something so compelling about the process of walking the shoreline and collecting the beautiful sculptural shells that wash up onto the beach. Such a sense of discovery.
I am always drawn to the ones with the smooth edges and concentric lines, or the broken pieces.
One year, during a trip to Florida, I only gathered shells in two color palettes; those soft colors and subtle patterns ended up in the Shell Portrait paintings.
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