Who bears then the accounting burden, if not the ticktock of a clock hand? The hybrid monster which consists of the horrific parts of a grasshopper and a locust. It moves back and forth along the golden surface, on its edge, that reminds the spine of a lizard. Every hour a chain rattles on an invisible coffin, reminding the spectators of mortality. The pendulum sometimes simulates a typical precise motion. On other occasions it stops and it corrects itself, allowing the jaws of the metallic insect to do their part.
Precision, mirage, hypnosis, doubt, the hope for a mistake, a gained second and consequently the adamant return to the counted steps of the locust. A philosophical clock, conceived and financed by Dr John Tylor as a tribute to the one who in 1764 (after forty years of work and calculations) resolved the problem of longitude and made the world map a lucid space, John Harrison this is, a working class man with a passion.