A piece of Cali

Last year we took a trip to this place called glass beach in Nor Cal. There used to be a factory there whose aftermath is a beach that's covered with old glass, spark-plugs and other goodies re-shaped by decades spent underwater. The place was crawling with people attempting to collect memories, which intrigued me, watching how natural it is for people to want their own personal piece of magic. I wondered how many of these folks socially espouse ideologies that are dynamically counter to their true nature, which they were expressing with their excited picking of shiny ocean pearls. I picked some and made this piece out of it, which I then shipped to my uncle in Europe. He will never travel to this continent, so I wanted a piece of it to come to him.

Its composed of a shell, driftwood, and remnants of glass beach tastefully laid out and covered with fiberglass resin. This isn't the finished product, after it dried I cut got it out of the paper plate and got rid of most of the resin, shaping it as a tiny "island" which the stuff is laying on.