"El tiempo, como el fuego, purifica cuanto toca; el tiempo es un crisol; en él, se funden nuestras pasiones; nuevos estados del alma; nuevas maneras de sensibilidad surgen en nosotros; agotadas las viejas fuentes de la Emoción; o transformadas en otras; cambian nuestros sentires; y, nuestros decires con ellos; penoso trabajo de reconstrucción, es este de ensayar poner en pie un estado de alma pretérito y de muchos años ya difunto; tanto valdría tratar de reconstruir un pedazo de cielo, con sus nubes ya desaparecidas y, las estrellas extintas;" - José María Vargas Vila - Los parias
This drawing saw its first stage at the beginning of the year, but I could only finish its digital coloring up until now. It was part of a cathartic process of something long gone, thankfully; but that I will always remember as something that, even though made me suffer, gave me such beautiful, wholesome inspiration to do a series of illustrations (some of which I have already published in here) that I'll always cherish as some of my favorites. As Herman Hesse puts it:
"I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us."
