The pendulum swings, embedded in an eternal present,
a clockwork mechanism without hands.
At the end of the pendulum is a pen, drawing all the time.
Drawing all of time.
Stroke after stroke, second after second,
the present piles up and becomes the past,
something takes shape.
Patterns emerge and combine to form a picture that only reproduces what was already there, the folds and irregularities on paper that became visible when the future passed the test of the present.
An invitation to reflect in the here and now.
An invitation to be.
pendulum with pen, clockwork and gearbox, roll of paper, steppermotors, sensors and motorcontrol
