No station clock

No station clock

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.

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