It is perhaps a more fortunate destiny to have a taste for collecting shells than to be born a millionaire.

—Robert Louis Stevenson

There are things on Seascale Beach. Pretty things. Shells and shards and frosted glass and, once, an intact ladder that has since come in very useful. I keep taking these things home. I can’t help myself. I started piecing these gems together in frames, and it turns out when you do this they call it found object art. It’s the most evocative and wonderful phrase.

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