Little Black Imp

This is a sketch of my cellphone. It's another sketch that I did during the sermon at my campus youth group one night.

Oh, the reason for the title, you ask? That's because my phone likes to lose service for no apparent reason almost everywhere. It really is a little black imp. It's probably possessed. Or else it's conspiring with my dorm room (which is where it loses service most of the time). Because my room is evil, too; it's the Bermuda Triangle of Cell Phone Service.

Materials: 1.3 mm graphite mechanical pencil, soft white eraser, unruled composition book