A shell collection I picked up on the beach over time. A few I bought at a store. I like the broken and scuffed up imperfections of those found at the shore. Shells are wonderful concrete objects from nature with a variety of shapes and forms. Once they are in my pocket, rescued from the beating waves that tumble them on the sand, they can finally find a home where they exist intact, and impermeable to change. They will last longer than me. I keep them inside a giant glass fish bowl.
On Tiffany Creek 