Kaart van de Achterhoek c. 1926

This old map of Achterhoek, wherever that is, looks like it was made with simple ink and paper. What I love is how unassuming it is. The lines aren't trying to be perfect, they waver and thicken, reminding us that someone's hand was involved. It’s like looking at a drawing, where the process is part of the point. There are green blobs representing forests, each one unique. Each green space a unique shape. I mean, the lines feel so provisional, like a sketch, even though they're defining real places. It's like the mapmaker is saying, "Here's my understanding, but the world is always changing." This connects it to art's broader thing: to explore, question, and accept that we can never fully know something. It reminds me of Agnes Martin's grids, but with a playful looseness. Art isn't about answers, it's about keeping the conversation going.