A wrist sundial does not aim to measure time efficiently. It accepts imprecision, movement, and dependence on light as its very condition.

Time here is not delivered on demand. It appears only when the body pauses, when the arm turns, when the sun consents. What is shown is not a number, but a relation: between light and shadow, position and moment.

Worn on the body, the sundial resists the promise of constant availability. It reminds us that time is not something we carry, but something we momentarily align with.

Less an instrument than a gesture, it does not tell the time. It hints that time tells us.