my cousin kerstin painted this shell just recently, independent of me creating my pictures with shells, finding shells on the shores of sicily. i first thought it to be a wing maybe because we had often discussed angels. and because i believe her to be one. she has been there for me this last year, taking me in when i needed a place to rest, and giving me strength when the world seemed just too much.

i was happy to see her finally using a great big canvas, something she had been wanting to do for so long. and the colors reveal such warmth and passion. a shell filled with fire and the secrets of life. familiar synchronicities...

here she is a year ago...