I recently disinterred this drawing and was surprised to find I drew it almost a quarter of a century ago. It certainly doesn't feel that long ago. Well, as the saying goes, time flies! And that's the reason I'm posting it now: because one of the ideas behind this piece happens to be the passing of time, alluded to here by the twenty years it took Odysseus to return to his native shore. Although I doubt I'd draw an image similar to this today, its haunting theme of the irretrievable passing of cascading time, be it twenty adventurous years away from home or almost twenty-five years of a quiet life, still occasionally whispers from more recent drawings. Or maybe drawings such as this one only goes to show that, as my overworked friendly neighborhood horologist used to say, I have way too much time on my hands.
