My husband and I were returning to East Texas from West Texas, when we saw these cotton bales. I remembered my grandfather raising cotton and had to have some of the cotton boles along the side of the road. What a memory!  After I painted this painting, a lady visited my studio in far East Texas and said that this is a picture of my father's cotton gin.  Later she confirmed this with her father and gave me the name for the painting.  Small Texas!