The shells I use are not available commercially. I gather them by hand during kayak trips off
the coast of Connecticut. Only a fraction of the shells on the beach are suitable for these works.

     It can take years for seashells to break down. With the passage of time and the movement of
sea and sand, shells are transformed from their original state into fantastical shapes. These
remnants, shards and remains are my shells of choice.

     Some shells become razor-thin slices, some are chunks filled with holes and craters. Others are
bone-like or resemble curled wood slivers. Angels’ wings, fish heads, potato chips, and volcano
tops describe some of the many unusual bits and pieces I like to use.

   The assemblages are the fruit of an intuitive process. Without plan or pattern each composition
emerges unique and original. I can’t know what size a piece will be until its completion - not until
then can I construct its display box.

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