Shell

        The thing kicked around in the flower patch by the front door for awhile when the kids were younger. At some point it migrated inside. There it became a subject of this drawing. It had suffered a hard life. The thing was a good 5-6 inches long. It looks here like it is still sitting in the corner by the porch in the setting sun. This drawing is probably 25 years old or so. Not much here but dark and light - and hopefully some emotion. How can something as simple as a beat up old conch stir emotion? Ask Vermeer... 

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