Not a station clock but a special hint to the passage of time for me. In the last years of my mother’s life her eyesight continued to deteriorate, I inherited the thing after her death. I nowadays use the clock in an exercise to improve my own eyesight: switching accomodation between a raised finger and the clock from a few meters.
The picture of this clock fits completely in my category of ‘observations’. Also because of the extent to which my way of perceiving has changed since I started painting.
The palm tree is behind me, of course. I received it as a gift as a tiny plant at a turning point in my life.
The clock does have hands by the way.