Waiting for the Power

As you will come to learn, I have what I call “ecological anxiety”.
While wringing my hands over the sad helplessness of the massive Australian wildfires, we were experiencing monsoon rains in the jungles of Appalachia.

It seems too big to do anything about. If I could have shared rain with them, I would have. I felt overwhelmed by the unfairness of it all. Sea levels are rising while the world burns. It’s apocalyptic and yet, it’s happening.

So as I painted and wished we were collectively better stewards of this planet, our saturated ground let go of a tree, and we lost power.

Creating “Waiting on the Power” was the only that I could do in that moment.