Clocks : Acrylic on canvas £240 unframed or in light pine frame 400 x 400 mm Click
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This is an image from an occasion when I lay down in a field of dandelions. I have
strong memories of playing with dandelion clocks as a boy. I seem to remember that
it was a good way of knowing the time. I am unable to wear watches, I break them,
or they mysteriously fall off. And I prefer not to have anything around my wrists.
It was as if I was lying in a bed of pure cotton. As I settled into them, some of
the dandelion clocks burst and let their seeds fly into the land beyond. Where do
they end up, do they make it? Rather like ideas, I suppose, some of them germinate
and flourish and others fall by the wayside. I am definitely an ideas person. I love
other people’s ideas too. How did we get from dandelion clocks to ideas?