Featured at the MCA Brick Gallery's Dreamscapes Surrealism Exhibit! Physicists postulate that time doesn’t fly—it just is. The crow laughs at the folly of the mourning dove who plucks the number 4 from the Time Machine to disrupt the universal clock. The joke’s on her; in some cultures, 4 relates to the ultimate time suck: death.
Swirling clock hands regurgitate past events that flow over a box of stored memories whose truths blur over time but retain the power to cause self-recrimination. Meanwhile, the industrious crow burns the candle at both ends; the rich and powerful matron becomes ricker and more powerful but can’t stop the inevitable loss of youth; and the cat ponders how many of her nine lives she has remaining…but has bever been good with numbers. Surrealist Salvador Dali, famous for painting melting timepieces, exists in the afterlife as a teapot with no spout, and no explanation for this random symbolism. As for Father Time, he continues to churn out seconds, minutes and hours because everyone (except physicists) knows that time flies.