Object To Be Destroyed - Man Ray, 1923

The Keeper of Time watches. She is a fact – solid; standing stubbornly, patterned by the unpredictable scars of age. A wooden habit drapes rigidly from her summit; stern, and scolding. Incessantly her finger moves to and fro with the indifferent gaze of a forbidden memory; a memory that seethes within. Taunting, torturous, maddening stare; serenely agitates the soul of the forlorn broken heart.