Oils and cold wax on cradled panel, set in a white tray frame, overall size 23x23cm.
I love lines in rocks.  They can be gossamer thin, fat and wedgy, straight and curved, they converge and separate, and they don't always make sense visually!
They interweave, meander, cross over, run parallel, stop, start, continue.  they change with the weather and the tide, and there is the sense of stories untold within them, and the immensity of the length of time of their existance in one form or another.