The story deals with my hatred toward the freeway (construction) and men who make up for their insecurities with big fake pride and big wasteful trucks. I was driving home the other night and because of the freeway construction (which is completely ridiculous since they make every car merge into one lane over a series of 5-10 miles for a 50 meter stretch that they aren't even working on--but patrolling) my 30 minute commute turned into triple that. After all this merging and slowly driving 10 miles an hour for miles, the construction eases up, and there is more than one lane to drive in. Anyway, I passed one of these big wasteful trucks, which apparently hurt his big fake man pride, so he decides to harass me for the rest of the drive i have left. He would slow down and then zoom up next to me, swerve into my lane, and pretend to hit me. He continued to do this ever two or three minutes for about 25 minutes. Even if I slowed to 40 mph, he would still slow down less than me, and then zoom. It was seriously terrifying. It was almost 2 in the morning, I was alone, and there were not many cars on the road. I felt fearful for my life. It was scary. Even when I got off my exit, I thought he was going to follow me home. I am never driving home that late again. Not on the freeway. Not alone.
Anyway, here are my monoprints. They are so much more difficult than I was expecting. I have no time for anything anymore--between my printmaking, history, and figure drawing classes, I feel like I barely have time to sleep at night. Even when I sleep I am dreaming about my schoolwork. It is a curse. So even sleeping makes me tired. One of my professors told me yesterday that it just gets harder when you graduate. That scared me. I would like a little bit of time to relax, I WOULD REALLY LIKE A VACATION! I don't have any time--not even to work on my BFA project. But I am trying to remain positive!
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