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.

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

A friend brought us plenty of firewood to get through the winter while Gregg was awaiting hip replacement surgery. An unexpected gesture, a godsend.

Even being in the middle of it, the destruction is hard to believe. Gregg and I went for eight days without power, but we had food, water, and many godsends. Brandon Mitchell from Virginia and his buddy brought a truckload of supplies and a starlink. Brandon wandered into my studio, and really looked. Most people are off put. He liked this one, and we made a deal. THANKS to all of the volunteers helping us get through this.

Summer in WNC.


In April it was a squirrel falling from the birdfeeder. Now, on a peaceful morning walk, a humming bird flew in the top right side. I love living in the country.

I had Shingles in Sept., kidney infections in Oct, and Gregg mangled his thumb in Nov. It was a terrible fall.