time and time again

back in the days when there were no digital cameras and
I was a brooding twenty something girl in graduate school, I used to satisfy my
urges to creativity by designing and calligraphing clock faces.
The one you see here is a section of a clock that I made to
memorialize my mother who had just died.

I calligraphed this one on hand made paper (I didn't make the
paper). I would spend a great deal of time making each of these clock faces. Sometimes days and weeks and
in one case, months. I remember that this one was more difficult than most because of the properties of the
hand made paper -- I couldn't predict where the ink would "bleed" or where it wouldn't stick at all.

Anyway, I am impressed that the ink has survived all these years without fading and if
I would put a battery in it, this clock would still work.

There was something so meditative about the exercise of making these clocks. They forced great
concentration which ultimately I found so incredibly relaxing. Kind of like what photography is for me today.

Thank you for taking the time to look.