When the children on a holiday have already got through playing all their games before the clock strikes twelve and say impatiently, "Is there nobody who can think of a new game?" does this prove that these children are more developed and more advanced than the children of the same generation or of a previous one who could stretch out the familiar games, to last the whole day long? Or does it not prove rather that these children lack what I would call the lovable seriousness which belongs essentially to play?
― Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling (Epilogue)
Ever-newer waters flow on those who step into the same rivers.
― Heraclitus (Fragment 12)
Stormy Madrid
2021 I Oil on canvas I 120 x 140cm
