|Acrylic pour on canvas.
We read about floods when the children are afraid of the weather advisory. We learn that in minutes, a strong rain can turn an ankle-deep creek into an unstoppable swell that overpowers everything in its path.
I've always dreamed of being overwhelmed by water. I'm standing on a beach, and the waves grow bigger and bigger. At first, I'm not afraid - and then, I'm swept away.
I am overwhelmed. Life is an unstoppable swell. The children never stop talking, and I work. I prepare their lunches, breakfast, dinner, snack, sugar, drink. Outside, people die, and I look at a portfolio and rub jelly onto bread again. I take another call and mute my line.
I'm on a call. Please eat your food. Please go in another room. Yes - that sounds good. We'll take that offline. Let's have the team take a look.
The children only watch me work when they can see my colleagues' faces, but mostly, we keep our cameras off. The children hear me as a drone. I hear them as an alarm - high-pitched. Constant. Urgent.
Even standing water can be deadly. And after a flood, there are risks from electricity, mold, and insects. Recovery is slow and sad. Things will have been ruined.