The result is a system of colour lines upon a grid of yellow. (x3)
These lines mimic the motions, but are fluid and upon paper, lacking depth beyond it - it is an image and only an image, completely unrelatable to its origins and the terrifying end of lives.
A system come by defacing the emotional value, as systems do not need nor use it.
By this point I would like to say that it had seemed to become a private remark; something to myself. Perhaps I was reluctant to divulge information of what the work is about within the work itself, rather leaving it lost in the process, because I had become tired by the inhumanity of what I was doing / showing and did not want it to spread it anywhere more.