flannery’s yard

Acrylic, watercolor, ink, graphite, and gloss gel on 19”x24” Bristol

Late one night in the mid ’80s, while delivering for UPS, I drove into a front yard during a heavy rain and buried the package car up to its axles. I had no phone, no radio, and no practical way to get help. I was on my own.

This was Flannery O’connor’s front yard. Well, it was her yard back when she was alive.

This piece isn’t a picture of that night. It’s my memory of being stranded, alone, in a cold, dark, soaking November rain. Stuck. Here’s the rest of the story.

Part of the ongoing Letters from the Futures series.