Wednesday afternoon, the storm is losing its force and so am I. Nothing seems to work. Everything has been turned upside down and inside out. I have confessed, appealed, cried, begged. Stopped out, shut up, helpless and hopeless, I don’t like that state, but we all go there at some point. We never know quite when it will come on, what remnants will float around afterwards, where it will take us next. This piece came out quickly and provided much relief at the time. Looking back, I am peaceful when I see it. It enabled me to go where I had to next. I knew I had to paint some more, trust that answers of some kind would come in subsequent work—and they did.