Shells

Sitting, twiddling a shell between my fingers, observing, my thoughts blur into the background. Flowy lines, pastel-coloured interiors, smooth like flesh. Specks, spots, and contours like waves. Rings, a record of time. I’m calm as I start to draw and listen to the sound of charcoal softly grazing the surface of the paper.

I come back to nature, often, to find solace. Having so much to do, sometimes it is only possible by observing my own collection of nature’s treasures. The shapes, contours and patterns are so human, that I’m reminded time and time again of how much we’re alike. – (quicksand medium 400)