I drew this on vacation in the Dominican Republic in the shade of a lovely terrace, beneath two whirring ceiling fans. Every one had a different take on what this figure was feeling: pain, exhaustion, heat, sorrow. I experienced none of these things as I waited for evening, when I could safely take myself and my sun allergy to the beach. Evidence of a hard existence isn’t hard to come by in poor countries (or even in this one). What’s more noteworthy, however, is how that existence is accompanied by music and humor. Dominicans have a unique sense of humor as evidenced in the many double entendres that populate merengue and bachata. As a Dominican, this is the gift of going home.