I’ve been drawing otter shells.
When it is finished the painting is going up to the Oliver Contemporary Gallery in London and will show seashells at low tide.
Apparently the biolgist who first listed them misplelt their name, adding an ‘r’ to the latin stem for silt, turning it into the stem for otter. These ones are worn by the sea and the sand, and have lost their glossy olive varnish. There is a hole in the side, which might easily have been made by the tip of a seagull’s beak.