While rereading my on-site notes in preparation for painting the individual pieces of my wall sculpture, the words “every rock inconceivably different” stuck in my mind. I remembered being overwhelmed to the point of laughter at the site and busily made each piece as amazing as I could. Assembled together, that same overwhelmed feeling hit me. Having reproduced the effect of overwhelming stimulation, I remembered the satisfaction in creating a pleasing order and composition in watercolor. Time to rework those pieces. Chaos was not my quest.