seeing things.

For as long as I can remember, I have always seen characters in the abstract patterns of a carpet, tile, or wall paper. I know that my brother does this too, so its not unique to me.

What I have never done, is to turn what I see into a drawing, until now. Recently, staring at a tiled floor, I saw a cute character and decided to take a photo and try bringing it to life.

The tiled floor.

The tiled floor.

The furry friend who emerged.

The furry friend who emerged.

favorite picture book.

Where the Wild Things Are book spread.

Where the Wild Things Are book spread.

Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak (1963), has always been my favorite picture book. I say this realizing that it is a bit of a cliché. But it is the first book I can remember that I truly loved and would re-visit throughout my life. In kindergarten, we were allowed at some point during the day to pick a book from the small, one bookcase library, to sit and read. Every day I chose the same one, unless someone beat me to it. But I don't recall that happening at all.

The illustrations are so beautiful and while I didn't I related to Max being punished, I don't recall that happening much either. I did and still do relate to the imagination he displays. It can take you from somewhere mundane, to someplace wild.

Max by Chris Censullo.

Max by Chris Censullo.

Max and Wild Thing by Chris Censullo.

Max and Wild Thing by Chris Censullo.