What determines the marks on the stones that inspire me... time, weather, the composition, people, process, flow of water and just moments passing. I always have way too many thoughts about these things and don't for a moment think that I could replicate the depth of the rocks and stones. Just a fleeting possibility, a sense, a texture, a surface.
When you hold a bowl in your hands and slurp the contents eagerly into your mouth, do you notice the feel of it beneath your fingers, do you pay attention, does it irritate or please.
These are all things I wonder.