A solitary child's hopscotch grid is rendered in delicate charcoal and pencil lines on pressed wood, its numbered squares trailing off into quiet emptiness. A real stone rests on the surface, bridging the boundary between the artwork and the physical world, as if mid-toss in a game forever paused. Pejac captures the bittersweet weight of childhood innocence and the passage of time through this hauntingly sparse yet deeply evocative composition.