Kiss

When I was thrust into the design department, I had a really hard time wrapping my head around what being an designer meant. I was not always fair or pleasant about it. This piece was a particularly reactive one, based on my ambivalence. I set up a kissing booth right on the edge of the main campus of Cranbrook, facing a small public street. My sign was cheap and illuminated, found at a yard sale. I sat and waited for a few hours, waiting for someone to actually pull over, and dreading that it would actually happen.

Luckily, no one took me up on it, although one really rather drab Buick drove by several times to my growing terror.