Bolivar, Early Morning, acrylic/collage, 12 x 16
Two summers ago, I went with my family to Bolivar Peninsula on the Gulf Coast of Texas, just east of Galveston. We were celebrating my parents' fiftieth wedding anniversary. The following September, hurricane Ike blew across the narrow strip of land, decimating the small year-round community of Crystal Beach and larger part-time community of vacation homes.
My sister and mom went to see Bolivar about a year later. The porch of the house where we had stayed had been ripped off, but the house was still there in large part. Nearly all the houses around it had been flattened. Originally, it had been on the second row of houses from the beach with a lagoon in between. It now sits right on the water.
I painted this from a photo that my mother had taken that summer we were all together. This day, the sunrise was particularly breathtaking.