Carving away at the material, Vincent was creating yet another wax figure. The work felt repetitive at this point, but when you're living in a seemingly abandoned town like Ambrose, everything feels repetitive after a while. Lately, the sculptures were all starting to blend together. Vincent would forget what all the features were in his newest pieces, and what all features he had been repeating in each figure. His workspace in the basement of the wax museum was relatively dark, so perhaps that didn't help with how tired he was while creating such things. The main source of light was candles.. Countless candles which all seemed to surround the exhausted artist in a blur.