

Rising with Gothic insistence against a wide, untroubled field of paper, the clock tower reads like a vertical hymn—its filigreed spire and pointed arches patiently accumulating detail until time itself feels architecturally embodied. The artist’s disciplined linework and restrained sepia tonality lend the structure a devotional gravitas, while the twin clock faces suggest a watchfulness that is civic as much as sacred. The surrounding emptiness becomes a quiet halo of space, isolating the monument as memory made tangible, and the lone palm introduces a tender counterpoint—nature’s supple breath beside stone’s enduring resolve.







