The Salish Sea is not one body of water but many — straits, sounds, inlets and passages braided together between Vancouver Island and the mainland. Drift is what happens when you stop navigating and let the current decide. This piece is that surrender. Teal opening into navy, gold threading through without anchoring anything.
The Salish Sea doesn’t have one current. It has dozens, moving in different directions at different depths, and if you stopped your engine and just drifted, you’d end up somewhere unexpected. That’s this shell. Teal breaking into navy, gold threading through like something that can’t quite commit to a direction. The pearl iridescent is doing quiet work here — the shimmer isn’t on the surface, it’s inside the colour. Like bioluminescence. Like something alive in the deep.
The Salish Sea is not one body of water but many — straits, sounds, inlets and passages braided together between Vancouver Island and the mainland. Drift is what happens when you stop navigating and let the current decide. This piece is that surrender. Teal opening into navy, gold threading through without anchoring anything.
The Salish Sea doesn’t have one current. It has dozens, moving in different directions at different depths, and if you stopped your engine and just drifted, you’d end up somewhere unexpected. That’s this shell. Teal breaking into navy, gold threading through like something that can’t quite commit to a direction. The pearl iridescent is doing quiet work here — the shimmer isn’t on the surface, it’s inside the colour. Like bioluminescence. Like something alive in the deep.
