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.….