I respect sewing machines. Their presence has always spoke to me of the sewing together of art and technical knowledge. My respect for those that operate a sewing machine skillfully is large. The machine’s working parts have always struck me with their intricacy. The mechanical elements of the pressure foot & needle are a composite of a bird’s leg or landing gear from an aircraft, plus an element of a snow ski. Then there are the myriad of combinations that are available in the different stitches. I still enjoy the tactile quality of the mechanical push button machines. I offer this image as praise to the spirit of the creators and operators of the machine. The sewing machine.
The two tiny items hung around my desktop for the last couple of years. As I looked at them from time to time they drew me in. The plastic manufactured quality of the bull. A bull that small, it made the pin look large. Thoughts about bull fights where the bull is killed by stabbing it. To stab a bull that small one would only need a pin?.... Bull Pin not bullpen.....the black of the bull with white horns & a red topped pin. The red a foreboding?…..Why did I painting this?..... freedom to entertain my non linear thoughts..... seven has been considered a lucky number, but maybe not for this bull...... structural drawing & painting to support an open ended entanglement of two random items that have fermented in my thoughts.