I took a very long walk along the beach at Hilton Head on a day that happened to be my youngest child's 18th birthday. Musing about motherhood, I saw a seashell fragment that looked exactly like a breast. From there I collected all sorts of bits and pieces of things, with the intention of marking the occasion by making a small sculpture. Thus, Fertility Angel was born. But there remained too many great shells unused; Fertility Demon was soon to appear. And appear she did, expressing a certain insanity which should be familiar to any mother.