There’s a path near the Turner gallery in Margate that is laid with shells. I think the shells are a new thing – if not I’ve not been very observant for the past five years. There’s something very satisfying about the crunch as you walk along and it’s fascinating just looking at them. They remind me somehow about mankind’s current predicament – there are millions of shells and some are more broken than others. Those underneath the benches are mostly whole still; those close by have fared better, while those in the main pathway are broken into little pieces. I think there’s a moral there along the lines of staying home.
I’ve faded the picture slightly, making the shells resemble delicate porcelain. Another analogy for our age.
This image is part of my ‘Daily Print’ series and is purchasable as an A4 print here