Ever since I was maybe 4 or 5 years old I’ve had a recurring dream of being inside this dark concrete space, looking into another room, closed off by a wall-sized pane of glass. Inside is a large floating boulder-looking thing made of something like black obsidian. It pulsates and grows, and presses upon the glass until the glass finally shatters and falls down on me. I still dream this sometimes during the first few minutes of sleep.
Illustration about how in the wake of school shootings, many schools' efforts to become more secure have become borderline overzealous in their methods, while others are now "school to prison" pipelines.
I had an illustration in the New York Times’ Sunday Review section yesterday (8/5/12), for an article called “Wanting to Kill”, about a man struggling with the possibility of his brother’s killer being incarcerated with him. Special thanks to my AD Erich Nagler for this great assignment!