Sixteen years ago, I was in a small town near Cannes in France. My husband & two friends had just walked back to our B&B after dinner. Everyone was in the living room urging us to look at the television. Did I mention we did not speak French, & as we focused on the screen we realized it was NYC! All communication was blocked in the U. S., It was Europe time 11 pm. We finally were able to speak to friends in Singapore to understand what had happened.
We were unable to get back into the U.S. for a week.
Everyone we encountered was very empathetic and kind. To me , very surreal and hard to get my head wrapped around it.
I made several paintings. This one is titled That September Day, a metaphorical work, that our house will remain standing our spirit strong.