Time waits for no man, or should we say in our time, for nobody. It marches on and paints scares and good memories. It was some time back that I found this clock lying next to the dustbin, and at the time I thought that it could be used in one of my paintings. So without wasting a minute, it was grabbed and taken home. The old clock mechanism was removed and replaced with a new one. Then it was attached to the canvas and the art work marched onto to it's conclusion.
