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-

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