It has been a year since Hurricane Helene whopped us. I began this piece then, and have worked on it all year. Tears, prayer boxes, faces distorted in grief.


Painting as I see it.
It has been a year since Hurricane Helene whopped us. I began this piece then, and have worked on it all year. Tears, prayer boxes, faces distorted in grief.

Over a year ago, Gregg and I hit a snag with his health. Well, a bunch of snags, as Hurricane Helene blew inland 500 mile and knocked the hell out of us. There is still damage, but we’re over the snag.

I’ve struggled to express the giant mess that Hurricane Helene caused.

Summer in WNC.


This is about being blindsided.

The season is changing, and we put the last of the bird seed in the feeder. This squirrel jumps up and hangs from his/her back legs. Killer abs to curl up and get a seed. Now the hummingbird feeder is up, and it will have to go out to gather seeds.

I live in a rain forest, but nothing like a jungle in South America. Yet, I can see the devastation caused

by clearing the land. This is a new technique, using Keto dye on plywood, as well as paint and charcoal.
We’ve been working on displaying our work in the classroom next to my studio. Come by and see us!

Fimbul Winter-24″x80″ acrylic on panel
acrylic on panel, 24″x80″