These patterns are really taking shape now. They are tending to be fairly large grooves as the marble chips off at any fine work where the grain is running in the wrong direction. I often find that the stone dictates the form to some extent. Here it seems to be saying that the hills must not be too proud. I am happy to listen and to flatten them a little. I am reminded of Van Gough’s night skies. The golden firmament seen from the outside rather than from within.