The puzzle I made a few years ago for an exhibit called Square Root. I made it and then colored it. The display happened during that time. The one liner came today while I remembered this piece. It does have a story. When I was setting it up at the exhibition hall, it was late at night. I jerked the support and the puzzle went all over the floor! Just then the night watchman came into the room and said he was locking up for the night; that I must leave! I asked him to give me fifteen minutes. You have no idea how difficult that puzzle is to put together! I think I got one piece wrong, but left it that way for the duration of the exhibit because the man came to the door with his keys and stood there. My story about pieces.