This old pump reminds me of an old photograph of my Great Grandmother. She could not just turn on a tap in her kitchen sink and have water come gushing out. She had to go outside and bring it back in a heavy bucket whether the path was slippery, wet or messy with ice, snow, rain or mud. It was a chore she performed many times a day. The old pump tugged at one of my heartstrings and so I drew it.