I used to keep the shells.
After eating mussels for dinner with my papa, I’d choose a few, the ones that felt special. He’d place them along the mantelpiece like they were something valuable, a kind of Keepsake.
Small things, held in those quiet, in-between moments that stay with you.
This series is built from memories like these. The ordinary rituals that quietly repeated themselves over the years, without ever being named as rituals at all
These drawings sit within the middle ground of memory. Not the landmark moments, but the ones surrounding them. The pauses. The habits. The things that once felt small, but later become the things we treasure most.
Currently exhibiting and available to purchase through Haslemere Art Society Annual Exhibition.
Original hand-drawn pen & ink
Walnut crafted frame, art glass
I used to keep the shells.
After eating mussels for dinner with my papa, I’d choose a few, the ones that felt special. He’d place them along the mantelpiece like they were something valuable, a kind of Keepsake.
Small things, held in those quiet, in-between moments that stay with you.
This series is built from memories like these. The ordinary rituals that quietly repeated themselves over the years, without ever being named as rituals at all
These drawings sit within the middle ground of memory. Not the landmark moments, but the ones surrounding them. The pauses. The habits. The things that once felt small, but later become the things we treasure most.
Currently exhibiting and available to purchase through Haslemere Art Society Annual Exhibition.
Original hand-drawn pen & ink
Walnut crafted frame, art glass
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