Art Stuff - a Shell?
Well at least I think it's supposed to be one. Out of my now misplaced visual diary. I did it one summer afternoon at the kitchen table with my nephew drawing one side and my sister doing a sketch of her son on the other. We had such a neat time just doing nothing but art - then we had do the stock. So much for a nice ending when one of the bulls we had here at the time got out into my neighbours place and caused havoc. He tasted nice anyway.