Thursday, July 07, 2011
I can't resist a beach and come home with pockets bulging with finds each and every time. This time was no different.
A broken whelk shell, bleached by the sun, the wormholiest (if that is a word) piece of wood I've ever seen was added to the collection, along with half a jaw bone of an unidentified animal, the femur of a seagull, rocks, mussel shells and anything else that took my fancy. I like to think the piece of wormy wood that the sea placed at my feet was from some ship from hundreds of years ago. Its certainly not recent, and I haven't seen worms in wood for many many years. Whatever its origin, it becomes mine and I can weave stories in my head about 16th century pirate ships now sitting on the bottom of the Atlantic.
Either way, the pieces make good references for drawing. This is graphite, in a 9 x 12 sketchbook while the news was on tonight.