This is hands down my most purchased design- And I have a theory as to why. Searching for sea glass is one of those things on Prince Edward Island that means a good walk and a good visit. It’s something I do with my mom, my Summertime visitors, my cousins- There’s even been a romantic stroll or two.
It’s just one of those things that leaves lots of space to chat, but keeps you on a task as well. There’s room for all the conversation, but something keeping you busy too. I’m sure in other languages there’s a word for this! It’s the same thing when you pick blueberries with someone or do a puzzle. I’m sure in French there’s some beautiful word for it and it’s just escaped us Anglophones.
Okay, I’m way off course.
The original of this piece was done in all archival inks. Since the first one, I’ve done a few variations with watercolours for the shades and black archival ink. I may have placed the red pieces in a few special spots.
I love using a heavy cold press paper with a deckled edge on these pieces. It just adds to the smoothed edges of the sea glass.
“Sea Glass Heart”
I’ve received a lot of requests for versions with more green, versions with red pieces elsewhere, and because this is a pretty quick design (only in comparison to my other works)- I have come up with quite a few variations over time.
Many of the originals have been placed and sold at Souris’ Artisans On Main- Including this little Sea Glass Heart.
This one is more watercolour, I love the way it makes the glass pieces look!
Cards, prints and stickers of Sea Glass Isle can be found on my Etsy page. I love the stickers because they’re vinyl and will stay on a water bottle or the back of a car. I’d love to see all the places in the world they are now!
The prints are offered in an 8” x 10”, but I am able to offer it up to 11” x 14” by request.
The cards are blank inside, ready for your own message. Personally, I often use excerpts from a beautiful piece of writing by Bernadette Noll.
“I want to age like sea glass. Smoothed by tides, not broken. I want the currents of life to toss me around, shake me up and leave me feeling washed clean. I want my hard edges to soften as the years pass — made not weak, but supple. I want to ride the waves, go with the flow, feel the impact of the surging tides rolling in and out.”