The sound inside the seashell tells me that life is always changing. I remember in my youth how much I loved pictures and how I collected them. My art collection began with postcards and posters (of the former I soon had a veritable museum in miniature).
I liked collecting things too — especially leaves and pretty rocks. I still like collecting bits of nature to bring indoors where they can remind me of all things wild. Only later did I begin drawing and then I brought things “inside” by putting them onto paper or canvas. So it is that now I collect seashells that are composed of colors, sometimes made of wax crayon, sometimes composed with the pure pigment of the pastel stick, sometimes made of paint.
And in turn now I offer them for sale as posters so that I have come full circle, having begun as someone who loved the pictures that artists made to being a maker of pictures myself. I can only hope that my pictures will inspire others as I have been inspired.
You can find the seashell above at my page on Fine Art America where it is reproducible in an interesting range of materials, wood, metal, canvas. The image choices for this particular work are kept small so that the picture will be near to its scale in life. Over time I hope to offer a full “seashell collection.”
You can find it here: