There are few things more dreary and desolate than a dentist's office waiting room. Sure, the dentists and the staff are nice, the place is clean, and they make an attempt to enliven it with framed photos on the walls and a big toy box for children. But it is never really cheerful, since the purpose of the place altogether is to do horrible things to your head. Yes, for your own good, but still truly unpleasant.
Some bureaucratic mess, probably caused by me, put me in the waiting room for an extra hour, so I took out the sketchbook and scribbled. Here you see a young lady crumpled in her heavy winter garb, her scarf across her mouth, looking at the inevitable smartphone balanced on her backpack. In the anteroom is the children's toy box covered with colorful wires and beads threaded on them. Behind that is a flat screen TV on which Susan Rice, the National Security Advisor, holds forth on how we will make the world safe for democracy. My teeth are real clean now.
Technical pen black ink on sketchbook page, 5" x 6", February 6, 2015.