This key keeps our inherited Grandfather clock marking the passage of time.
Each tick, marks a present moment to recognise with thankfulness,
Each tock confining a moment to history, allowing the release of that which was of no use,
And as the clock strikes, a new chapter is revealed, with unbridled possibilities.
And for as long as we still have the key, there is yet hope.
(the title is not my words, but those attributed to Catherynne M. Valente, from 'The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making') I just decided to explore what might be the meaning, in relation to my own key illustration.
When I was child I used to be mesmerised by my grandad's Grandfather clock, I still think they're beautiful, but as I've got older for some reason I can't tolerate the ticking.. You don't see many nowadays, you're lucky to have one. The key is gorgeous too.
I had always wanted a grandfather clock- so did my mother. We inherited one from my grandmother- dad's mum- an my mother took such good care of it. When she passed away Dad did try to take care of it, but sad to say failed. It fell into to such disrepair my sister just ended up selling it for parts when my father passed away. I always feel so sad about that. It would have looked so cool in my living room now! Oh well, I love your key shot- so simple yet so grand!
