Clock 1935 - 1942

John Dieterich’s ‘Clock’ emerges on paper with delicate washes of brown and grey. Imagine him there in his studio, hunched over this clock, eyebrow furrowed, trying to capture its essence in watercolor. The grain of the wood is carefully rendered, each stroke a meditation on time and craftmanship. I wonder if Dieterich was a clockmaker, or perhaps just a dreamer, captivated by the steady rhythm of ticking hands? I feel a kinship with this artist; the desire to distill an object into its purest form, to capture the essence of time itself with just a few strokes of a brush. There’s a quiet intensity in the way Dieterich approaches the surface, each layer building upon the last. He reminds me of those folk artists who pour their hearts into every detail. Like painters everywhere, Dieterich embraces ambiguity and uncertainty, inviting us to contemplate the mysteries of time and memory alongside him.