Onrushing Nameless Event

Often when I’m reading a novel, passages jump out to me and take on meaning independent from their original context. For example, I love these lines on their own near the beginning of The Names by Don DeLillo:

“The sound was mysterious…a charged rumble that seemed a long time in defining itself as something besides a derangement of nature, some onrushing nameless event.”

I love how non-specific and evocative these lines are, and how they’re open to interpretation. They capture a feeling I have from time to time, and this painting is an exploration of that feeling.