Wednesday, October 27, 2010

shell picker

In the August of 2010, I spent a fortnight in Goa, my home. It was contemplative time, when I felt the need to head to the beach for stroll every morning. By way of habit I pocketed some shells, everytime I hit Miramar beach, my preferred walking destination.

In the afternoons, post a heavy lunch of fish-curry and rice, I'd sit and play with these shells for lack of productive things to do. By the end of that fortnight, I had about 10 neckpeices made. And no real plan about what I intended to do with them. For now, they were just my pretty little play things.

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