I have always found something truly magical about a broken shell, especially from what was once a massive conch. I painted this from a shell I found when I was in the Bahamas last year. The actual shell is 12” tall and the intricate swirls through the middle structure of the shell are flawless. I love how when a shell is broken, you can see through to where the life was lived, using the shell as a protector and fortress.
May you take a second look at the broken ones the next time you go shelling.