Steel, foam, wire, paint, plastic

This is a portrait of a being that I call a grazer that l met a long time ago. It is the only grazer I have met and shall ever meet. I first saw it at a distance, as a blip in my periphery. Over the years as I would go back to the grazing place again and again, it would appear closer and closer at the edge of my vision until I could finally smell it. The grazer does not have a name and it refuses one. It cannot see nor hear nor speak in a way that is easily understood. The grazer cannot be killed but it longs to leave its body and it will eventually. Not all grazers look like this one and are all very different from one another. In color. In size. In number of limbs. But one thing grazers all have in common is the eye, always looking down. The eye has long lashes to protect the grazer. All of what the grazer is, is in the eye. The eye is where it hurts. Grazers never encounter other grazers but they know of one another. When a grazer appears into existence some never change while others develop and others degenerate. To speak, hear and truly see a grazer it must invite you to meet its eye. This is all that the grazer told me and that it is very lonely.