I decided to paint a trio of seashells. Everything seems to have associations for me. I wonder if that is a sign of being older. Everything exists in my brain in layers. I can't look at seashells without thinking of the line 'She sells seashells by the seashore': a tongue twister from my childhood. I also think of my grandmother Viola who used to vacation in South Carolina every year and bring back shells. Mostly she collected tiny shells that she would open into a butterfly shape and glue onto all sorts of things.
I sometimes wish that I lived closer to the ocean. I love combing beaches for shells and sea glass. Plus, I always feel a sense of peacefulness beside large bodies of water. I've always wondered if that is because so much of our body is made of water.