And suddenly the mechanical lion went terribly wrong
(Etching, aquatint, drypoint, sugarlift, 17.25 x 7.5 inches)
It is musty, dusty. It is dim.
The lion leans in a carnival coloured caravan cage. The kind that gypsies used to travel in. The kind that is elaborately carved wood all round, mounted on four large carriage wheels, with steps on either side and prison bars on the front. He is watching waiting, insouciant. His long hairy limb extends through the bars on one side. He is very still. You walk by. He taps his nails against the wood, one by one. It makes you nervous, so you walk faster. No eye contact, you think. But you are curious and so turn to see. He licks his chops and winks one lazy eye.