Friday, June 16, 2017

Sea Dust

"And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I'd always carried it inside me..."
Cisneros Sandra

"It's bright pinky-white sand made entirely of shell dust, like star dust, among which, if you sifted it with your fingers, were infant shells as small as the grains but perfectly shaped. Scattered over the surface were larger shells of many kinds and shapes, some as delicate as flower petals, others, though small, built to withstand any battering sea." L.M. Boston

in an ocean worn patina

Hand painted prayer beads in layers of pure white. Slightly a patina as if tossed and turned by the waves of the ocean deep. 

 Unique seashells gathered from our Pacific shores brought home for creating Seawashed Summer treasures for the Shop.  

Summer by the sea...
days of sea dust and water silk.
washed by the sea