I posted this a couple of years ago and thought I would put it back up today in honor of the great Maurice Sendak who just passed away. This little sequence, where Max's room turns into a forest, is one of the reasons I became an architect.
Thank you Mr. Sendak.
"That very night in Max's room a forest grew
and grew until his ceiling hung with vines
and the walls became the world all around"
This is still basically what I do everyday - imagine another world within the world.
Where The Wild Things Are
Story and Pictures by Maurice Sendak, 1963.
Happy New Year everyone