“Time moves in one direction, memory in another.”

—william gibson




In 1999 my grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease, and he passed away seven years later in 2006 when I was 15 years old. As Alzheimer’s affects new memories first his memory of me left quickly; I was young and my recollection of him is limited. The memories I do have are strong: chunky square glasses, plaid flannels, no hats at the dinner table, all ears, Fort Maple, long walks, and—most of all—the railroad. This clock is not only in honor of his life, but of his talents, accomplishments, perseverance, intellect and love. 

The face of the clock moves each hour, revealing a different event in his life and a corresponding world event. The four corners represent the different countries he lived in (as well as languages he spoke): Hungary, Germany, France, and finally Pennsylvania. Underneath the clock a book sits in a well that expands on each world event and is accompanied by collages I created from documents and photographs I collected from his life.



Tyler School of Art


Joe Scorsone