This is more proof-of-concept than finished project.
There's a willow tree south of Roosevelt, near the jail, that I seem to be obsessed with. I cut some of the smaller branches and turned them into charcoal sticks by firing them in a double-metal-can contraption I made just for this. I then took the charcoal and made a quick, crude sketch of the willow tree from which I cut the branches.
It draws me; I draw it.