SLC-S31/W4-“Creative Interpretation| The Object -“A Broken Clock”
Even while broken, it could still be useful. It just need time to get together and feel alive again.
Build a creative piece inspired by A Broken Clock.
That evening after work, I returned home with excitement of how much sales I have made. Just about my door the time says 09:10, immediately my phone rang, it was my cousin. I could only hear soft cry tone, but I asked “what was the matter?” she couldn't say a word and kept crying.
I checked the time again, still 09:10 and as I looked closely, I discovered a broken part on my watch, it was a sign that something was off. I called back my cousin and she shouted, “she finally left”, who? “Aunty Ire.”
No words, no sound, no voice, just calmness and stillness all around me. I sat down for hours and finally laid down. I couldn't speak, eat, I kept stirring at my wrist to understand that broken part of my watch.
Now it's clear. A message of brokenness, sadness, loss all for me but I didn't understand it. I felt Aunty Ire right in my heart. She was my favorite aunty who would always stand by me in all spheres of life. How? What happened to her? That night unanswered questions filled my head and mind. My eyes couldn't close, broken was who I became.
What does the broken clock symbolize in your work?
The broken clock is just a picture of who I became after the news. Stillness, broken, shattered, disorganized, I lost myself but still breathing as I have life left in me.
It shows me in a devastated state. In a state beyond repairs, although I could still be repaired with the piece, but I asked??? Was there any piece in me? Did I shatter beyond repair? The broken clock symbolizes sadness, anger and pain.
Is it a story of loss, hope, regret, or second chances?
Its a story of loss, pain, anger, bitterness. Not knowing what to do, I couldn't speak to anyone the next day. I isolated myself from activities but was moody. Even while trying to work, I felt this anger raging in me as if I could see death to kill it.
There was no hope, no second chance it's all gone and gone for life. My cousin cried so much but I was too heavy to cry. I couldn't cry until few days later, unintentionally, tears started rolling down my checks. I cried until there was no more tears to drop.
What lesson does your interpretation carry?
Everything has time and season. A time to be born and a time to die. Even though we cry for mortals when they die, our brokenness can only last but for a moment.
Live this life the best you can and with good approaches. No one knows when their time would come so its best to make the most of the time given and achieve a fruitful result.
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