Childs Trojan War
In the 5th grade, our class was studying Greek mythology when our art teacher suggested we build our own trojan horse.
So we spent about 6 weeks designing and building a wooden frame, covering it with chicken wire and then paper maché. After a final coat of brown paint, our massive class art project was done. The experience, like so many from those days before cameras persisted every where, lived only in my memory. Until recently. A few months ago, this image surfaced online that confirmed the time was not some imagined memory.
What became of that massive wonder of our young world? I like to imagine it is sitting in a barn somewhere, covered with a paint-stained drop-clothe and the dry dust that coats everything that lies fallow in the dark.
But in reality, it no doubt ended up in a landfill many years ago as is the nature of these kinds of things. It, like so much art is more experience than asset.
