Pendule fantastique 1955

Marc Chagall made *Pendule Fantastique* with ink and gouache, I’m thinking sometime in the mid-20th century. Just look at those lines, floating and dancing! You can almost feel Chagall's hand moving across the paper. It’s this beautiful kind of organized chaos, right? I can imagine him, brush in hand, lost in thought, letting the images flow out. The clock, the bird, the house... it's like a dreamscape unfolding. That clock is kind of haunting—reminds me a little of de Chirico, but with a softer edge. He's not trying to give us answers, but maybe just wants us to get lost in the possibilities of paint and ink, of life. What time is it? Who is the chicken? It's a conversation across time, isn't it?