I stayed in \"The Village,\" a tent community run by the AmeriCorps Emergency Response Team out of St. Louis. This was down the street from a section of Davis Avenue, where my father grew up. I would go on walks to the family graveyard and local Catholic church, finding all sorts of stuff in the rubble from the storm. (Nobody called it Katrina.) I started collecting little bits each time I went out. Wedgewood. Limoges. Linoleum scraps and broken tea cups. Houses had been turned into entirely unrecognizable rubbish, all stuck in the trees. The smell of decay rose from the mucky floors of the convent. I took the colorful pieces of broken glass/china/pottery and made a mosaic. \"Hope\" seemed a natural choice. This photo was taken outside of the tent that served as the counseling center, a few doors down from where I stayed. Transformation. Rubble to beauty. Victim to survivor. Devastation to opportunity. That\'s what art does. That’s what the people of Pass Christian, Mississippi are busy doing.