Washed ashore

I spend as much time as I'm able walking alone on the beaches of Martha's Vineyard. The solitude combined with the beauty of the beach, the freshness of the air, and the peaceful rhythm of the crashing waves inspires me and connects me more than almost anything.

I find beautiful pieces of driftwood, stones, shells, and other natural and unnatural items that have washed to the shore. This silk and beaded neckpiece was first in my 'washed ashore' collection.
photos: Veselin Cuparic


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