Music, literature and the performing arts are the fit and proper vehicles for the representation of temporality in culture. If anything, art is anti-temporal. Some argue that art is a Time Machine, allowing us to travel the centuries. But it's really a Time Compactor, a static apparatus that chomps down on the chassis of the years, spitting out pellets of perfect full-stops as it does. That's why dot paintings look like eternities that crash-landed to the earth.
Art slows, halts, closes, completes.
Passing is not in its vocabulary. If it's passing, then it isn't art at all, but some inferior category of the visible. The Internet, say. Or mainstream American movies. And a grandfather clock in a walnut case for his retirement.