Surprised looks, questioning looks. We are beyond the object. We never stop scrutinizing it, admiring it, it shakes up our prejudices, crumbles our certainties. The unstructured clock as an object of contemplation, of art, of reflection. It takes audacity to free oneself from the tyranny of custom. Purists will have understood, the clock is hypnotic, time is just the movement of a perpetual hand.
