This series was painted in late 2019 under a cloud of psychic dread. I know that sounds gloomy, but I had to paint what I felt was on the way. I sensed that mass collective trauma was on the way, but I wasn't sure how. In October I had told my mom I was getting one of "my feelings" (psychic information) that something big, bad, and in a medical context. We both shrugged and went on our day. It was late November when I started this series because the feeling wouldn't go away. I had the same feeling before the 2016 election. I'm choosing to speak freely about this now, but apparently something or someone needs me to paint these things. Maybe I'm the only one who needs this art, but I don't fully believe that. This is for you. This is for us. Shit, good luck everyone.