Twelve places. All of them below the surface of something. Each piece is made in small batches. Production is intentionally limited — roughly one week per piece, from first layer to final cure. There are places along Vancouver Island's coastline that don't appear on tourist maps. Tidal passages locals navigate by instinct. Inlets that dead-end into silence. Island groups that surface and submerge with the tide. Fathom is named for the nautical unit of depth — and for the act of trying to understand something that resists full comprehension. Each shell was poured to answer one question: what does light look like when it travels through sixty feet of water? Not darkness. A luminosity with no direct source. These are not shells painted to look like the sea. They are the sea, rendered in the only material that behaves like water held still.