Beach-combing: (my definition) the natural flotsam & jetsam the sea deposits on it’s sandy slopes & in tide lines alone, ready for the find of the casual observer or keen-eyed comber.

On my very recent trip to the Maldives, I was scouting a deserted island that I am in the running to design with uber-cool architect Kelvin Ho. Whilst visiting the island both at sunset & sunrise I picked up these treasures whilst walking the perimeter. Think lots of white sand, pink skies & clear turquoise waters.

One of my very first memories is of beach combing for shells on the wild shores of the beach near my Grandparents farm, on the north coast of NSW. And although this collection of pink tideline-loving kelp shells sits proudly on my cabinet of curiosities, I have bought much fancier shells over the years & am as fascinated by the real thing as by beautiful studies, drawings & lithographs of them.

I am forever searching out shell museums & collections to pour over & use as inspiration for my own display & just to see what wonderful shapes, sizes & colours the world’s cornucopia of shells has to offer.

Written by Amber TSI Byron — October 28, 2019

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