Clocking Out
The idea for this figurative painting came to me at a time when I was starting to ask questions on the bustle and turmoil of this mortal life. We all struggle to fit in all the things we want to do each day, each week, each year.....in a lifetime. It's about not procrastinating, or waiting for the right moment. Take advantage of all opportunities, follow that dream and never be afraid of failure.
“The clock of life is wound but once, and no one has the power,
To tell just when its hands will stop, at late or early hour,
So do today that noble deed, pursue it with a will,
Delay not till tomorrow, your hands may then be still.” – Frank Tibolt
Oil on board
53 x 61 cm
The idea for this figurative painting came to me at a time when I was starting to ask questions on the bustle and turmoil of this mortal life. We all struggle to fit in all the things we want to do each day, each week, each year.....in a lifetime. It's about not procrastinating, or waiting for the right moment. Take advantage of all opportunities, follow that dream and never be afraid of failure.
“The clock of life is wound but once, and no one has the power,
To tell just when its hands will stop, at late or early hour,
So do today that noble deed, pursue it with a will,
Delay not till tomorrow, your hands may then be still.” – Frank Tibolt
Oil on board
53 x 61 cm
The idea for this figurative painting came to me at a time when I was starting to ask questions on the bustle and turmoil of this mortal life. We all struggle to fit in all the things we want to do each day, each week, each year.....in a lifetime. It's about not procrastinating, or waiting for the right moment. Take advantage of all opportunities, follow that dream and never be afraid of failure.
“The clock of life is wound but once, and no one has the power,
To tell just when its hands will stop, at late or early hour,
So do today that noble deed, pursue it with a will,
Delay not till tomorrow, your hands may then be still.” – Frank Tibolt
Oil on board
53 x 61 cm