Prompt: Figures setting alarm clocks where numbers float off the display and wrap around their bodies like chains, each digit leaving temporal echoes in the air. Creative Process: There was something deeply amusing about replacing heads with clocks. the corporate slaves, eternally marching forward, became both victims and perpetrators of time's relentless march. their synchronized stride, a mechanical dance of desperation, reminded me of those wind-up toys i used to dissect, except these ones wore suits and carried briefcases filled with tomorrow's anxieties. the repetition was key - six figures, six moments, six identical yet slightly different poses of temporal imprisonment. i wanted to capture that moment when routine becomes ritual, when the distinction between timekeeper and time-kept dissolves into absurdity. the inspiration came from watching salary workers during rush hour, their movements so perfectly coordinated it seemed they had forgotten they weren't actually clock mechanisms themselves..