It's been about a year since I painted this, but I still really like the illo. I'm not much for like, creating art that represents something immediate in my life, but this was an exception for me.
The area I live in was hit hard by Hurricane Ida. I had evacuated to my mom's house, same parish (think county but Louisiana) because she had a generator. The storm was like being in a washing machine full of rocks and scouring winds for 10 hours, the aftermath was worse.
I couldn't move into the home my husband and I had just signed on, because A: all our stuff was at the rental in Norco, and Norco flooded, and B: most of St Charles Parish didn't have electricity. Our new home didn't get power for a month.
I had a lot of weird time on my hands. No TV, no internet, spotty cell. We spent a lot of time cutting down the downed trees in my mom's yard. One day, we went out to find gas, and while we were gone, my brother and his friend butchered my mom's apple tree.
Although they did a hack job, tearing up half this poor tree and scarring the rest up with chainsaw marks (they were literally just fooling around and playing with a chainsaw, when gas was hard to find), about a week later, this apple tree, first hit by 180mph winds and then by two fools, was putting out all these new buds everywhere it'd been cut.
I really connected with this proof that no matter how badly we are knocked down, there is still hope and rebirth. So I spent some of that weird waiting time drawing and painting this.