Years ago an artist friend gave me this circular, rusted, thin metal object. She had found it in a farmer's field in France. I love how this man-made object, probably a part from some farm machinery, had begun to weather, to break down back into elements by the forces of nature.
For some years it moved around the windowsills of my studio, but I now found it tucked and forgotten in a corner shelf along with other saved objects. I feel a strong pull to use it in some work. Now it's also in the image archives of this machine, hopefully not to be forgotten again.