There is quite an assortment of shells that live on my main work desk. Some are tucked away inside glass jars while others, the larger ones, rest on my desk. One of the shells came from my parents journey around the US in a motor home. They spent 3 months traveling through the lower 48, up the east coast to Canada and home. The previous owner/creator of the shell was probably a conch or similar mollusk that lived along the gulf coast. I’ll need to do a few more studies to feel comfortable with the shape.
Off to tackle some paperwork for taxes. I’ve been dreading it for the past 2 weeks. My date with the accountant is in one week. Urgh!
Charcoal and conte on brown builders paper. Still part of the 28 day challenge for February.