Originally I titled this piece Ostrich Warning but my handwriting is so bad it turned into Wardens, which I like better. The Ostrich was by chance. Someone tossed an excavator tooth (the head) off at my shop. It fell in such a way that “yelled” to me “Ostrich”. One day the ostrich head spoke loudly enough to get my attention. When the metal “speaks” I am moved. It practically built itself over a couple days. I do everything at scale or exaggerated scale. Joining metal is my form of meditation. Creatures with a touch of whimsy bring joy. No greater reward than “joy”. I’m a metal artist and fabricator. The fabrication kicks in when art slows. There are over 100 Bobby Bacon pieces around the country – and one in Switzerland. It’s an Armadillo.