They were yellow jackets. We must have disturbed their nest whole working in the yard. They were pissed. They swarmed for a few minutes and then they went off to the county land behind our house. I’d say there were about 100.
The Boy and The Mister got stung a couple of times, but they’re fine.
If you’re going to read an obituary today, read about this man.
Mr. Musselman helped shape the lives of thousands of artists in our community. He built an art education that was second to none. His studios were always open to students who just wanted to draw during off-schedule class periods. He gave awkward high school kids a place to belong. You could just drop by the studio and pick up a pencil and draw the giant rat’s nest we built every September.
Mr. Musselman helped me develop a portfolio that got me accepted to Syracuse, Carnegie-Mellon, RISD, Tyler and Philadelphia College of Art. He taught me the fundamentals of drawing and he taught me how to persevere. He instilled amongst his students a great appreciation for illustration, fine art and commercial endeavors. I still feel the impact of visiting the Society of Illustrators in NY with our AP Art class.
Few students will ever know the power of a superb educator. His words still ring in my ears when I am working. We were very lucky to have him. RIP, Teacher.