12” x 12” Acrylic abstract painting on cradled wood. This Eye of My Storm represents everything I thought was crumbling all around me. COVID is rampant, I am hibernating, sad, confused and broken. I noticed after my painting was complete that I had depicted an eye so to speak with in the middle of the eye looks like the world. The rumbling clouds are dark and desolate with now number 3 representing itself in the painting. Angel number 3 has shown itself. Gaze into the deep dark magenta rumbling clouds and observe how they surround The Eye of My Storm. Notice how angel number 3 appears in our time of need.