Seashells are to me one of the true wonders of the world. When I was a kid,someone gave me and old conch shell from which I would be transfixed - even transformed, by the sound of the ocean. I was a land-lockedMissouri child). There was also an old lady that my folks knew who had a glass cookie jar on her mantle full of sea urchins she had collected. I had a pretty nice collection when I was living in Florida that got blown away in a hurricane. But when I paint a seashell I am back on that beach at early sunrise. Or sunset, or noon, or whenever. E-mail me at artistjohnwlong@live.com
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