Unconditional love for broken shells finds its echo in their old story marked by time and the sea. Each damaged shell tells a unique tale, an imprint of life comparable to the lines on our skin. It is these imperfections that captivate and inspire, illustrating a rough journey not devoid of beauty. Silent witnesses of their passage through the ocean, they symbolize a resilient existence, ready to be rediscovered and celebrated.
Collecting broken shells is for me a true art. Each shell, marked by the sea and time, tells a captivating story. These imperfect shells are a testament to life, just like the imprints left on our skin over the years. By weaving my thread around their jagged edges, I transform these fragments into works of art, breathing new life into the declining natural landscape.
This passion was born during my walk along the coast where I discovered the hidden beauty of shells worn by seagulls. These shells, although worn, remain strong and resilient, reflecting our own journey. My work celebrates these imperfections, highlighting the tragedies and triumphs through meticulously crafted sculptures. I created a work in the shape of a swimsuit with thread, shells, and antique lace, each piece being shattered but forming a coherent whole.
my unconditional love for broken shells
Broken shells have always held a deep fascination for me. I spend hours by the sea, gleaning these fragments scattered by the tides. Each piece tells its own journey, marked by time and trials. The hues, cracks, and textures reveal an authentic story, far from the illusion of perfection. It is a symbol of resilience and endurance that deeply resonates with me.
My quest to collect these damaged treasures never ceases. With every walk on the beach, I am drawn to these pieces that others consider unusable. Yet, in their broken state, I see the beauty of imperfection. They are witnesses of a perpetual transformation, just as our skin is marked by the years, experience, and emotions.
imprints of life
Each damaged shell carries the marks of its past. They have rolled in the waves, crashed against rocks, or been worn by winds. These marks, although regarded as flaws by some, are for me imprints of life. They remind me of the wrinkles and scars that adorn our skin. These traces tell a story of survival and evolution, adding a depth that perfection could never offer.
just like our skin
Our skin, like broken shells, reflects our journey. Every line, every wrinkle, every spot tells a story of pride, pain, joy, and sometimes sadness. Just as I weave threads into the crevices of shells to create something new, memories are intertwined in every mark of our skin, forged by time and experiences. This love for what is marked, damaged but still beautiful, is an ode to self-acceptance and appreciation of the true beauty that lies within our weaknesses.
