When I was a kid I watched Winnie the Pooh and imagined living inside a tree. Once I hacked away at a tree trunk with a golf club to make way for a door. As I grew older I realized that burrowing a hole into a tree to create a home will eventually kill the tree.
My "Little Black Book" is not a list of phone numbers, but rather a collection of images. I purchased this sketchbook with the intent of all my pictures being black and white: drawn using only a sharpie. After a mishap with a generic Walmart version of a sharpie, color pencils graced the pages.
The first picture I drew in my "Little Black Book" was this dying tree built out of skyscrapers stacked on top one another branching out in all directions. The thick black lines represent electrical wires and plumbing snaking underneath keeping them all fully functional. The Hundred Acre Wood made urban tree houses appear so cool. Unfortunately, in the real world when we use trees as homes they die.
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