/ by Michael Arthur

Here’s the story of this drawing. 

 I was supposed to fly to Michigan today. I’m headed there to be a guest artist at The American College Theater Festival. It’s ten degrees colder in Michigan than it is in New York, so it was a bad plan all around. Because it’s only six degrees here. 

 On the cab ride to the airport I had to make it past two BQE road snarls at the Kosciuszko bridge. There was a stalled eighteen wheeler at the top in our lane and—on the other side— two eighteen wheelers had collided. No injuries, but bad traffic in both directions. 

 Anyways, I got to the airport and found out my flight had been cancelled and I’m now rebooked for tomorrow morning. Which meant I had to drive back past the eighteen wheelers that had collided. 

 Instead, I decided to hang at the airport and draw for a bit. I just figgered, how often do you get to hang out in an airport when you’re not actually going anywhere? So I sat near the TSA screening area, watching and listening and I drew this lady.  

 I’m never bored or restless with a pen and paper. And that’s my story.….

Here’s the story of this drawing.

I was supposed to fly to Michigan today. I’m headed there to be a guest artist at The American College Theater Festival. It’s ten degrees colder in Michigan than it is in New York, so it was a bad plan all around. Because it’s only six degrees here.

On the cab ride to the airport I had to make it past two BQE road snarls at the Kosciuszko bridge. There was a stalled eighteen wheeler at the top in our lane and—on the other side— two eighteen wheelers had collided. No injuries, but bad traffic in both directions.

Anyways, I got to the airport and found out my flight had been cancelled and I’m now rebooked for tomorrow morning. Which meant I had to drive back past the eighteen wheelers that had collided.

Instead, I decided to hang at the airport and draw for a bit. I just figgered, how often do you get to hang out in an airport when you’re not actually going anywhere? So I sat near the TSA screening area, watching and listening and I drew this lady.

I’m never bored or restless with a pen and paper. And that’s my story.….