Solar powered Lucky Cats
Solar powered Lucky Cats
a love letter to the SparkLab
a love letter to the SparkLab
By Victoria (Tori Sparks) Sylvestre
By Victoria (Tori Sparks) Sylvestre
Do you hear that sound—the clicking of the solar-powered lucky cats? That’s not just noise.
Do you hear that sound—the clicking of the solar-powered lucky cats? That’s not just noise.
That’s the heartbeat of the SparkLab.
That’s the heartbeat of the SparkLab.
Every soft paw click is a little rhythm of hope. Of joy. Of student belief.
Every soft paw click is a little rhythm of hope. Of joy. Of student belief.
Click click click—you’re welcome here
Click click click—you’re welcome here
Click click click—your future is being built right now, with your own two hands
Click click click—your future is being built right now, with your own two hands
Click click click—this space is alive
Click click click—this space is alive
The SparkLab isn’t just a room.
The SparkLab isn’t just a room.
It’s a living metaphor, a maker’s garden, a tiny sunlit temple to agency, art, identity, and joy.
It’s a living metaphor, a maker’s garden, a tiny sunlit temple to agency, art, identity, and joy.
Because sometimes the tiniest sounds carry the biggest meaning.
Because sometimes the tiniest sounds carry the biggest meaning.