The colour attracted me at first. But as I settled in to drawing it, my attention went to the markings . Some are close together, others are on their own. Patterns. Like a language of its very own.
I followed the lines and thought of songlines and the insect tracks you find in the sand.
I wondered too about this abalone clinging to a surface, breathing through the litte holes that form a ridge across the top, the respiratory holes. Breathing in and out, in and out under a starry sky.
A life formed. A life had.
Yes, I liked this abalone shell; for the opportunity to momentarily wonder about the life of another creature.