The wreath hanging on the front door of this red-brick house in Wimbledon is remarkable – and not just because it’s nowhere near Christmas. It’s striking in its very fabric, made of a hundred or so shells, huddled together like a string of mussels – only infinitely more beautiful. A grotto-like collation of subaquatic specimens that marks the spot: this is the home and studio of shell artist Katherine Lloyd.
Katherine’s relationship with natural treasures started early. Her father was a mineral, fossil and crystal dealer. His shop in Fulham, Gregory, Bottley & Lloyd, played a large part in her childhood. “I grew up around natural objects. Our house was full of cabinets stuffed with rocks, minerals, fossils and shells. When my friends were going to Alton Towers, we were visiting grottos.” One gets the sense that the young Katherine didn’t mind too much, that the whorl of a wentletrap held more appeal than the twirl of a rollercoaster.
Talking to Katherine in her garden studio, as she rifles through box upon box of shells to find the perfect one, it’s abundantly clear how her understanding of composition and colour is almost intuitive – mind over mussel, one might say. She can look at a design – either for a small mirror frame or a whole grottoed room – and know exactly what it needs, whether it’s the showy pearlescence of the inside of an abalone shell, or its drab slate carapace. What’s most apparent, though, is the deep love she has for her palette – those small, often unassuming shells that once rolled around on the bottom of the sea. Her ability to turn them into something greater than the sum of their parts is exceptional. We leave our visit buoyed by her enthusiasm, inspired. Happy as a clam, in fact.











