I had just read about the death of two individuals in a branch of the family tree. I glanced up at the clock and noticed the time of day and at the same time I felt a wave of fear running through me. I shut my eyes and leaned back in my chair. I saw yellow and I seemed to feel it all around me. I looked into the yellow and saw a number of inexplicable images, things. I don’t know if I dozed off but when I opened my eyes and glanced at the wall clock I noticed 8 minutes had passed. I realized the wave of fear I had felt was the fear of death. I painted what I could remember of those 8 minutes. As I focused on the finished painting, I began to see a number of images. I was frightened to discover my own eyes peering out as if I am in the yellow, part of the yellow. It disturbs me to gaze at the painting but at the same time I feel myself drawn to it, perhaps into it. (My eyes can be seen in the middle of the painting about a third down from the top. My eyes look out from an opening in one of the images.)