The Confession came to me during a time when it seemed clear that our country was on the brink of completely splitting between self-interest and compassion. It started as a huge dam bursting under the pressure of turbulent water. Gradually, I tamed it and my inner anxiety by observing the chaotic waters, until I started to see in it vague figures of peace, many arising as meaningful symbols from my childhood, images I once thought could stop my nightmares. A light filled window, Mary, the sentry knight, the totem earth spirits and unbiased newscaster. Now I paint the wingless angel pondering and lamenting the losses of our humanity against ourselves.