Time piece

I've always had an affinity for pocket watches. Not for personal use, rather, nostalgic. My Grandfather carried one in the top bib of his Oshkosh b' Gosh overalls. He could sweep up a crying baby, sit them on his lap, and ever so gently place his pocket watch on their ear. Tick-tock, tick-tock. And then silence, always. Rhythm, everyone understands it.

So, this is the birth of a new painting. I'll transfer my feelings onto the canvas in some manner. If it was meant to be, the finished painting will hint at the above.