If the gate will guard me from the world we are destined to explore, I will trespass forevermore. Once I overstep the boundaries of my daily routine and the constraints imposed by my peers, I am a trespasser. Using colored pencils in an area outside the confines of my sketchbook, small in comparison to this work, has framed me the same. Attending class within the bare, white walls of the school, all in its manmade "glory," only reminds me of what awaits in the shadow of its architecture. Outside the fence, beyond the pond, and under the sky is our world, and, for its essence, I will trespass.