Forgetting to take images of process

The light changes the grounds, the tones appear in altered shades. The projection is the brightest this pattern will be. Its fate is not embrace the lower layers while they are suffocated together under water pigments to come.

A wasps nest, displaced. The leaves betrayed them, as they fell they were seen and destroyed. No one wants them here, they are unwelcome, and like fallen autumn leaves they are left to rot on the ground until the broom comes to clear them away.