Here is in praise of simple objects. At times they mirror back to me a mood I had, even before my eye fell on them. Here is a charcoal painting I made some time ago of an old sawing machine.
It is the shroud, loosely wrapped over the thing, that made the sight of this object so captivating for me, because you have to guess the truth behind it, as if it were sacred, or else--dead. And also the direction of the light, casting diagonal shadows in opposition to the diagonal of the bottom of the shroud.