On 30 September 2016, I wrote the first post on my blog about seashells (link), a project that was born by chance one day at the beach, shuffling through an unlikely collection, and which then led me to set up improbable samplers, on which to make improbable experiments and notes.

Almost a decade later, the samplers are still intact: I only had to glue here and there a few runaway shells. The embroidery is vaguely peeling, but the colours still have the power to summon the eyes.

When I published the L a few days ago, the swarm of comments, always very welcome, confirmed the timeless magic of these colours, of which I cannot boast, because they were simply dictated by the sample books and, to put it more correctly, by Mother Nature.

I reread those posts with difficulty, because digging into the past is always destabilising, but looking from a distance at what was then a beginning for me, I realise that it is now practice. That a method can be worked out.

And I also remember that in Jesolo in those days I saw some spectacular sunsets.