For my archive, I was interested in collecting shells. I have been collecting shells for a long time and so has my mother. Ever since I was a little girl, my mom has labeled and collected the shells from each vacation we have been on. I find it interesting to collect shells because they are really the skeletons of once living organisms. It is a strange concept when you think about as something to keep being a skeleton. It prompted me to think about what humans believe is morally right or wrong when it comes to respecting the dead.
I find it really fascinating that the more shells I collect, I have a sort of living library of what was in the ocean, living at the same time I was there. We coexist at the same time. It also made me think about how much is in the ocean that is unexplored by humans. I wonder what is beneath the surface and in areas of deep, deep ocean that humans haven’t even touched yet.