The droplets know nothing of words, meaning or intent. There is only matter moving across a surface, and chance encounters. Meaning comes later, in the human eye that notices a connection between scattered traces. There is no ready-made order on the table: attention assembles it from what could have stayed plain water.
There are three textures: a pen sketch, whipped foam, poured water. The viewer brings the shape: a word, a sign, a squiggle drawn with a finger. Hence the number of the work. 303 See Other neither refuses nor fails; it answers “the same thing, but look over there”, and the circle in the header does exactly that.