home.

i found comfort in a tree. location? strong hall. its broken and holey but its out there and its living and it completely changed my entire house concept. so starting today, i will design this magnificent treehouse, and at one point in time i will live in it. because thats the kind of artist/designer i am.

die, die, die

bad news bears, bloggers. im lost on which direction to go...again. i was really looking forward to this project after wayfinding, but now i cant seem to find my footing. hopefully some tree tyme with shannon mcgillium will help.

here a tree, there a tree

trees. i live them and breathe them. and now im pulling my hair out over them. i cant seem to find 'my' tree. which is awful. good news? i have little direction on where to go. WERE GETTING SOMEWHERE HERE PEOPLE.

you will be fine, tree. you will be mine.

dear wayfinding...

i hate your stinking guts. you make me vomit. you are the scum between my toes.

love, ali.

p.s. please dont let this love poem ruin our weekend plans. i still have to finish you.