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16” x 9.5” x 2.5”
On display and available for purchase at Maine Art Collective, 9 Moulton St., Portland, ME
In Harbour, the coastline becomes memory—washed, fragmented, and reassembled through timeworn relics. Driftwood, starfish, and shattered ceramic echo the rhythms of tide and time, while layered imagery and translucent textures evoke the serenity and complexity of finding safe harbor in an ever-changing world.
16” x 9.5” x 2.5”
On display and available for purchase at Maine Art Collective, 9 Moulton St., Portland, ME
In Harbour, the coastline becomes memory—washed, fragmented, and reassembled through timeworn relics. Driftwood, starfish, and shattered ceramic echo the rhythms of tide and time, while layered imagery and translucent textures evoke the serenity and complexity of finding safe harbor in an ever-changing world.
16” x 9.5” x 2.5”
On display and available for purchase at Maine Art Collective, 9 Moulton St., Portland, ME
In Harbour, the coastline becomes memory—washed, fragmented, and reassembled through timeworn relics. Driftwood, starfish, and shattered ceramic echo the rhythms of tide and time, while layered imagery and translucent textures evoke the serenity and complexity of finding safe harbor in an ever-changing world.
Materials List:
Driftwood
Bark-textured picture frame
Printed image on handmade paper
Resin-coated nautical photo
Starfish (ethically sourced)
Sea glass and shells
Ceramic shards
Found metal components (dial, spring)
Wire, paper, and ephemera
Vintage newspaper collage background
Harbour evokes the layered memory of shoreline life—at once familiar and elusive. A weathered image of a coastal village sits framed in textured bark, evoking nostalgia for a safe mooring. Beneath it, a reflective, misty seascape shimmers under a resin “moon,” partially obscured by netting and driftwood. Anchoring the base is a collection of cast-off beauty: sea glass, shell fragments, rusted metal, a starfish, and broken ceramic—each echoing a tide's slow curation. The assemblage becomes a quiet meditation on impermanence, where time, tide, and memory intertwine.