About a year ago I was rooting around my local junk yard area looking for unique pieces of metal. The metal had to have been beaten up, stomped on and tossed aside, but wanted to be re-born into something different (kind of like me). As usual, the workers would watch me with amusement, wondering what, if anything, was going on in my head. Then, one of them motioned me over and gave me this piece. All I had to do was give it the gift of sight and a base.
To me, a piece of metal like this is sculpture all by itself. How long had it waited to be brought back to life and re-introduced to the world? Say hello to "Shabti One".