Hub and I stayed up half the night once last October in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina hunting for conch shells under a full moon with crazy mini flashlight things strapped to our heads.  We only found an itty bitty one, so I bought this one in a souvenir shop before we came home.  It still has sand in it!   Yes, and a hole, but I don’t care.  It’s a keeper.  It lives on the windowsill in my office and reminds me that the beach lives and breathes several hours away.  I can’t wait to get back there again.

What I learned:

1. If you look at the inside of a conch shell, it is so freaking gorgeous.  I mean, the whole thing is a work of art, but I could actually stare at the outer curved line that borders the inside of the shell.  It’s sexy!  (Yes, hub thought I was weird too, but wait til I draw this again from that viewpoint – oh, and get the lines and proportions right – it’s amazing.)
2. There are so many colors in shells.  They are amazing.  Everything God makes is amazing.  Seriously.  Like, jaw-dropping-crazy amazing.
3. I would love to be able to watercolor one of these, but I don’t even want to try it right now.  But I will.  Like sunsets.  And sunrises.  There are so many things I wanna be able to really do justice to in the watercolor medium.  It’s an eternal challenge.
4. This kind of curvy, spindly object is perfect for the Polychromos.  My hand got tired trying to draw in about a million shading lines.  But it was worth it.

Looking forward to drawing something with a heartbeat (yes, and feathers) for tomorrow.  See you then.