Artist notes: Pushed by the tides, empty mussel shells spoon together as sea life is eating and being eaten. The seafloor is anything but a safe quiet place and would be better described as a hotbed of reproduction and digestion that can quickly cloud and distort any romantic notions under closer observation. Yet, it is also a place of renewal and continuity. I have leaned into my full range of mark making sensibilities from figurative to abstract as a means to hold several possibilities at once - the hard edges of clarity, soft smudges of ambiguity, wide strands of chaos, broken bits of destruction and a harmony of quiet renewal.