Let’s admit that time doesn’t exist and everything we experience happens in one present instant, NOW. We are constantly moving from one parallel reality to another and this creates the illusion of time passing. Individual “neighboring” realities often do not differ significantly from each other, it may seem that we are still in the same place. But with a little attention, it is possible to notice small details that are different. Is it really because an infinite number of moments have passed in a row that add up to one minute? Or are we just in another reality of the present that is parallel in relation to the previous one?
Watercoulors and black indian ink on natural white, unbleached cardboard (230 g/m2), 420×594 mm, 2019.
