my story about the flood series

These paintings are the result of a terrorizing experience a few years ago. Driving on country roads, I drove into a winter flash flood. I could not see. It was dark. There was no moon. There were no lights. I could NOT see! Ice and water slammed my windshield. That was at minimum a quarter mile that did not seem like I would ever reach the end of. If I let up on the accelerator, the car began to stall. Unknowingly, I had come upon a flooded creek. I had driven the same road a couple of hours earlier while the sun was shining, and it was clear. For months before this experience, I had been having dreams of driving and not being able to see! I have had only one of these dreams since.

driving into the flash flood – panic – ice splashing on my windshield
only able to see the lights reflecting from the water and ice on my windshield with the manic wiper blades  trying to let me see — but no lights, no moon, no horizon, no vision — terror
finally after what felt like forever I see some light on the horizon — the terror starts to subside and hope to survive emerges

This was an ordinary trip, taking my Mom to the doctor. I knew the road well. Perhaps this trip and the dreams were symbolic and foreshadows of the time to come — my Mom’s death, the fear, the helplessness, but gradually some light.

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