just before bed, i sat by my window worrying about my art project and what i should do next. Then out of the blue it hit me, carving, engraving, upbringing, dreams, i saw the beach.
when i was little my dad used to get clay stones from the cliff down the road and carve faces with an engraving tool for me as toys.
why dont i engrave stones from my home with delicate subjects like my dreams, thoughts and memorys as it all links.
tomorrow im going to get to it :)