POSTER FOR THE EXHIBITION «OUT OF TIME»
Time.
We can't see it, we can't hear it,
We can't weigh it, we can't measure it in a laboratory.
It's a subjective sense of becoming
What we are instead of what we were a nanosecond ago,
Becoming what we will be in another nanosecond.
The hopis see time as a landscape,
Existing before and behind us,
And we move-- We move through it,
Slice by slice.