Broken Shells and Redemption 

Why do I use broken shells? To be honest, it took me 46 years to appreciate broken shells. I am a perfectionist when it comes to myself. I hold my self and the things I do artistically to an impossible standard. So, if I were to use shells they could only be perfect! Broken ones were useless.

The perfect shell.

Enter Redemption… 
It can mean so much to so many people. I was reminded of redemption in the strangest place. 

I was walking along the beach, the conditions weren’t that picturesque, matter of fact they were darn right nasty. Tons of June grass (technically it’s algae) and slugs littered the surf line, biting flies and the smell was horrible. It was just gross all the way around. But, I love the beach. It is my sanctuary, my free therapy. And, as most beach lovers know, a bad day at the beach beats any day at home. Anyways, I was walking the beach and picking up shells. It was while I was picking shells out of dried up, stinky, dead slug infested ‘seaweed’ when I was struck with a huge personal revelation. It happened as I for the umpteenth time picked up what I thought was a perfect shell, only to clean it off, turn it over, and find it broken. Thats when it hit me square in the face…. redemption.

I am that shell. Covered in disgusting filth, but I have been picked up, cleaned off, and turned over. Have you ever really looked at a broken shell? There is beauty in that brokenness. You can see the heart of whats inside that is usually hidden beneath that shell. Some of the broken edges are sharp and jagged, but then there are parts that are so polished they shine! Those qualities juxtapose each other and offer artistry that only nature can create. So, while the world can look at a broken shell and only see a broken shell, I am reminded of the beauty and worth that redemption gave me. Looking deep beneath that shell to realize that I am loved, cherished enough to be made flawless in my own brokenness.

Beauty in Brokenness

So all that lead me to this 

It is the first of many projects that will feature or include broken shells.  I am excited and look forward to what is to come. 

Have a wonderful day guys… 

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Until next time! 



I am an Imposter

Or so my daughter says so. Actually, what she said was that I suffer from Imposter’s Syndrome. Either way I hesitate to call myself an ‘artist’. I hear the word and I imagine the likes of Monet, Van Gogh, da Vinci. I have always called myself “A kid with a crayon”. Primarily because when I sit down to create something I don’t always have a clear image in my brain of what it will look like. And even if I “nail it”, it never looks as good as I pictured in my head. (perfectionist talking) Doesn’t matter that it looks pretty good. I will always find flaws in my work. I am learning to let that go and just let my fingers create. Often my husband asks “Whatcha gonna make today?” Often, my answer is “Whatever, comes off the fingers.”

Island Girl Barrett

This barrette falls in that category. I love the look of burlap/jute and just about anything that sparkles, glitters, shines, or shimmers. Put all those together and it just makes me smile. I was playing with some polymer clay and knew that I wanted to mix all these colors and textures together. I used a brown polymer clay as the base and decided to dust it with pearl green pigment powder. Added the burlap, shells and coated the whole thing in liquid polymer clay. After the required bake time and cooling I coated the shells with a gloss top coat and applied a gold leafing wax to the burlap.
All of these products were new to me and I learned so much from the process. Ultimately I love the way it looks. The burlap reminds me of the bags of oysters I had seen growing up along the coast of Florida and Alabama. Shells always take me home to my beloved beach.
You can find the barrette for sale HERE in my Etsy store.
Thanks for letting me share a little of me with you! Have a blessed rest of the day.