A sterling silver oyster shell, wave-worn, salt-burnished, and imprinted by the tides. Encrusted with textures redolent of untold stories flickering in the perpetual force of ebb and flow. Its bones tangibly altered by the tone and timbre of its lived experience.

The surface marked and scoured, layered patterns nearly but not quite obscuring its original form. This metamorphosis caught and held in the between. Not yet one thing, no longer the other.

This piece was meant to capture the imprint of a pivotal time when there had been much brightness and woven heart dreams, tempered by some unexpected life changes, deep loss, and many iterations of heartache.

I felt adrift in the tumult of the unknown. No longer echoic of who or what I had been before, clearly not yet anchored in what I would become. Always — the aching beauty of this liminality.

I have long been riveted and often undone by the places and moments perched at the crossroads of the betwixt and between. Both in my life and also mirrored in nature.

The intertidal world, the indigo-drenched margins of twilight, the effects of time and the elements upon form, the shifting shorelines where land and ocean meet. The literal and metaphorical sea change.

Drawn to the strange wonder and the haunting ache that abounds in these spaces, portals, and experiences. This talisman was created to honor the imperfect, shadowed beauty and inexplicable magic that can still be found in the depths and resonance of our own becoming.

Carr’s work can be found at A Waterworks Gallery in Friday Harbor.