Incidental drawings on a cockle shell. Yesterday I photographed many cockle shells washed up by the high tide. Zooming in, there were many figures like these, about a centimetre high. These wondrous visions have been part of life since childhood. It’s a multiple everyday occurrence. We all see figures in passing clouds and it’s a fun aspect many people lose in adulthood. Perhaps because the majority of people are trapped in the system of work, work, work. There’s little time left for play and imagination. These tiny figures were gifts today and I’ve taken a cue from them to search for more and make a series of drawings.
