Forged from scavenged gears and scorched plates, the bull stands as a paradox of brute vitality and mechanical inevitability—an animal remembered through industry’s residue. Its arched spine and lowered head carve a tense diagonal across the shallow space, while the punctured metal skin lets light slip through like wounds, turning aggression into a kind of vulnerability. The rusted palette reads as both earth and corrosion, suggesting a mythic creature reconstituted from consumption, where power is no longer purely natural but engineered, bolted, and precariously held together.