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:
- 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.)
- There are so many colors in shells. They are amazing. Everything God makes is amazing. Seriously. Like, jaw-dropping-crazy amazing.
- 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.
- 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.