This photograph captures a plaster ceiling in The Hague, and it feels like a dance frozen in time. The whole surface is teeming with these baroque flourishes, like frosting piped onto a cake – except it's a ceiling, so imagine lying on your back, gazing up. What strikes me is the way the light catches on the raised surfaces, creating shadows that emphasize the depth and texture. It's not just a flat plane, but a three-dimensional landscape of ornament. Focus on the circular motifs, they're like portals or windows into another world. The artist here, someone from Monumentenzorg, really understood the power of repetition and variation, the way a simple curve or line can be multiplied and transformed into something elaborate and mesmerizing. It reminds me of Cy Twombly's scribbles, except rendered in plaster instead of paint. Anyway, art is just a conversation between then and now, isn't it?