Desert Detritus Clock

Desert Detritus Clock
photo courtesy Lance Lobo

Desert Detritus Clock

The desert is harsh and unforgiving. Sort of like my ex-wife.

This jawbone was likely from a cow, long since expired. The base is a valve from some ancient motor vehicle. The face of the clock is the top of an oil can.

Desert Detritus Clock
photo courtesy Lance Lobo

My good friend Lance saw it, and bought it after I made a few changes to the initial design.

I cannot for the life of me locate my original photographs of it. Lance was kind enough to send me pics that he took of its new home. The bastard even made me increase my asking price when he purchased it.

For my upcoming exhibit I will be incorporating more animal bones in my new clocks. Stay tuned, because you see them here first!

Desert Detritus Clock

desert detritus clockThis clock is cholla root mounted on a duct grate and a block of wood.

Simplicity is key, the cholla root provides the complex lines and curves.

Time

It amazes me how much trash people dump in the desert. Much of the rusted iron I find if years old. Oil can lids abound… when was the last time you saw an actual oil can?

Here I am putting other people’s garbage to good use.

Desert Detritus Clocks

This clock was made from a chunk of cholla root I found in a wash after monsoon.  Polished by the sun and wind and rains in the desert, it had a very sculptural feel to it.

The base was a wood base most likely from an old lamp. The lid to an old oil can (remember those?) fit over the base.

It took a little bit of work with the Dremel to hollow out the back so that the clock works would fit. The only finish is a few coats of linseed oil to keep the wood fresh.

Desert Detritus Clock

Desert Detritus Clocks

I love to hike the Superstitions. We are in summer, so only the stupid hike… with 105 degree temps on a cool day, hiking is a dangerous undertaking.

We are in the beginning of monsoon season… massive flooding and rivers of water in the washes strong enough to take a car a mile downstream.

The nice thing about monsoon is the detritus that flows down the washes. Bones, bleached wood, old metal and cholla branches are all components I use in my one of a kind clocks.

So, does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody care?