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In a major breakdown, I saw a sun-bleached shell cast up and half-buried in radiant sand, The words moved through me in rhythm with the distant breakers: “I am a shell in the sand.” I felt emptied, discarded- life a s I knew it was gone. And yet the shore was beautiful, the ocean singing.
I realized that even a cast-off shell, lifted to the ear, carries the sound of the sea. I did not need to restore what was lost or understand what would come next. Even here- washed up, broken open- there was still a place, and still a song.
Archival Prints
Printed on archival matte finish paper.
Overall print size of 11×14 and 16×20.
Canvas Giclee
Gallery wrapped canvas reproduction.
18×24 and 24×32
Other sizes available.
Inquire HERE
In a major breakdown, I saw a sun-bleached shell cast up and half-buried in radiant sand, The words moved through me in rhythm with the distant breakers: “I am a shell in the sand.” I felt emptied, discarded- life a s I knew it was gone. And yet the shore was beautiful, the ocean singing.
I realized that even a cast-off shell, lifted to the ear, carries the sound of the sea. I did not need to restore what was lost or understand what would come next. Even here- washed up, broken open- there was still a place, and still a song.
Archival Prints
Printed on archival matte finish paper.
Overall print size of 11×14 and 16×20.
Canvas Giclee
Gallery wrapped canvas reproduction.
18×24 and 24×32
Other sizes available.
Inquire HERE