I was driving home about ten one night and a terrific windstorm had blown through my area. Roads were blocked by downed trees and power lines. It was pitch black outside, really eery and no other cars around. It seemed everywhere I turned the roads were impassable. A couple of days later I was doing some work from my imagination and this piece emerged from the process. Using large, coarse charcoal and my hands I began pushing around the charcoal on the page. I then took an eraser and finding suggestions of light I would erase in those areas. The figures began to emerge. My studies in art history influenced this work as the broken power lines became crucifixes and the figures grew into martyrs.