A wall of texture as if from an ancient cantina.
This piece was built on promises. Everything was once shiny and new and full of expectations. Now, used, old and beaten up. Repaired. Obscured. And then lost. Were the promises true?
One child in every class stands out for one reason or another. Sometimes the whiz kid will rise to the occasion and shine through and champion thinking and thought. Or sometimes they will falter and fail. A tribute to trying.