I’m hanging out tonight in anticipation of Open House. Since I have a long commute, I stay on nights like these because I’d have to turn right around and come back to school were I to make the drive home. What’s obvious from these snapshots is that my whiteboards display more of my drawing than curricula.
At a red light last Friday the driver in front of me began to back up, coming very close to my car. I tapped my horn because I thought he was going to hit my front end. His reaction was to give me the middle finger. His anger escalated, the result of which was his pulling over and threatening me, then getting behind me and blasting the horn for several minutes. One way of coping with madness is through art. So I drew a quick ink sketch of this guy which depicts the moment he pulled over to get behind me.