Ten years ago, I completed my studies in sculpture at the Academy of Antwerp. A few months later, I saw a pigeon trying to eat a slice of bread, creating a hole in the middle. As it ate, the bread slipped over its head and got stuck around it, trapping its wings so that it couldn’t fly and forcing it to take only small, awkward steps. This moment revealed the clear irony of how we can tend to imprison ourselves while trying to make a living. The image of the pigeon was so vivid, as if it were carved in me.

Ten years later, the memory of that pigeon with its bread necklace returned, inspiring me to create a clock. In this clock, the bird, serving as the hour hand, moves through time, gets stuck in the bread, and eventually breaks free, only to repeat it’s struggle in an endless cycle, as time keeps running.