Can You See It?

I'm about as artistic as a slug, but I have never let that stop me, as demonstrated by the "shell picture" I made from the shells I collected during our recent beach trip. In case it's not immediately obvious, or in case you don't have several hours to stare at it to try to come up with a credible theme, I'll save you the trouble. It's a house. I'm perfectly aware that it's a work of art (yes, I said work of art, don't fucking laugh) done on an approximate third grade level, but I'm happy with it because that's pretty much where my artistic talents stopped progressing...the third grade. So I don't put any undue pressure on myself by expecting anything beyond that. The eight year old living inside of me is smiling proudly. If it behooves you to look closely, you'll see there's a front door made of white shells with a very interesting doorknob that looks like an eyeball. That's one of the more interesting shells I found. Of course, there's also a front porch and some shrubbery depicted, but I don't expect you to get that unless you really use your imagination. Like I did. I also used EV-ER-Y SING-LE shell that I collected, which is pretty much why my picture went all to hell. I got carried away with the glue gun and couldn't stop until I had glued every blasted one that I had bent over and picked up off the beach and then brought back and washed and laid out on a paper towels to dry. After all that frickin' work, I had to give them all a home.

Now, it just so happens that I'm going back to the beach in a few days, so if anybody wants me to collect some shells and let my inner child do a picture for them, just let me know. I'd be happy to do it, and I feel certain the damage I've done to my fingers with the glue gun will have healed by then.