Part of the mini series “Skeletoll” which illustrates a post-apocalypse scene of a toll plaze from three different perspectives.
During the four years I was in school earning my BFA, I worked for NH DOT at a state toll plaza. The lifeless, repetitive motion of watching faceless people slowly and surely drains the life out of the poor individual stuck in the middle of the deserted highway, equating to the desperate and depressing life that is lived by that same individual stuck in the same location. Without even knowing it, life can be gone around you and in you, and yet you still carry on, repeating the same motion again and again with the same nameless, faceless world.
Skeletoll #1 was featured in Creative Quarterly 27