It began with great excitement, the idea behind it, the subject and surface ready, and it was going to mean something. Shock and awe, it was amazing how quickly the surface was covered, paint occupied every inch. As time went on, night after night, throughout the night, droning on, the surface was worked upon. Unless seen in person, it could not be appreciated- the small squares that make up the pattern. After a week or so, the coloration was wrong, restart, slower, and then it would begin again. Repeating over months, finally it was coming together, but by this time the battle had taken its toll, and it just wanted to be finished. The original intent was out the window.