I am an artist who is just finishing an MFA in Visual Arts and had begun writing my thesis or \"Process Paper\" when Katrina struck. Our home in Lafayatte began to fill up with evacuees from New Orleans, when, unbelievably, another huge hurricane came barreling into the Gulf, Hurricane Rita. Our exhausted evacuees evacuated a second time and we moved to our daughter\'s house. With all of this trauma, I could no longer \"wrap my head around my old ideas for a process paper\" as i told my Faculty Advisor. The semester before this I had done a seemingly prescient series of collages showing houses flying through the air, houses with roofs, doors and windows breaking away, one of the iconic St. Louis Cathedral in New Orleans breaking apart and floating in the wind. One collage was of a crowd of waiting people standing on the top of a building. About a month before the hurricane, I also had a very vidid dream about fleeing from an approaching hurricane. It was filled with such specific details--down to a list of items I devised to take to a shelter to keep my family comfortable during what i knew would be a long stay--that when i woke up, I wrote it all down and dated it. I remembered this dream, and although i did not have to leave my home during Hurricane Katrina (although I did during Rita), I went out and bought some of the items I dreamed I would need and donated them to the local shelters. None of the televised lists of items that shelters were in need of that i saw listed \"feminine hygene supplies\", so i went out and bought and then donated many boxes of these. I don\'t know why I did these collages at this time or had this dream; neither felt particularly prophetic or particularly ominous at the time, but I wonder about it. I have continued to keep my \"hurricane journal\" and do my storm collages over the last few months since the storms, as there is so much to process emotionally. My 87 year old mother-in-law lost her home of six decades in Vermillion Parish to Hurricane Rita and her whole community, my husband\'s hometown of Henry Louisiana, is now virtually a ghost town. At least ten homes of extended family members were lost, both in Katrina and in Rita. I began to keep a journal of all of this, along with snipets of this and that, quotes, magazine articles, original photographs and drawings and I tacked my journal entries and all of the rest on the wall and eventually wove them into my MFA thesis, \"Diary of a Disaster, Eulogy to South Louisiana\" which is filled with personal observations and reactions to events revolving around the disastrous storms. \r\nOnce there was a town called Henry, Louisiana... (will submit images as well)