I am very blessed to have some art supplies on the way. A set of acrylic paints, a table top easel, paper and some gesso. We have lost everything for the 12th time and I really don’t know how we will rebuild again. So broken we can barely speak about what happened and have been unable to stop what is still taking place. I don’t know how to think about it all anymore. I am desperate to escape into my paintings. I have sketched out every one in this 12 piece series. Each one surreal and full of meaning to me and my daughter. Broken and too sick to do anything but this and help is so far away. My retreat, my art, my salvation. I wish myself luck and a way out of this prison.