Prentbriefkaart aan August Allebé Possibly 1909

This postcard was written in 1919 by E. de Haas to August Allebé, and I can see it's covered with these gorgeous, looping lines, like dark vines climbing across a pale wall. I love imagining De Haas sitting down, pen in hand, carefully forming each letter, each word. Maybe they paused, thinking of Allebé, of their last conversation, the ink bleeding slightly into the paper, a tiny act of chance and intention, coming together. The writing almost becomes abstract—the shapes and the rhythm and the feeling of the hand moving over the page. The stamp, the address, the date – it’s all part of this little world, a tiny universe of connection and communication. Even the smudges and imperfections add to its story. And that's what painting is, right? It's not just about making a pretty picture, but about this whole process of thinking, feeling, and doing, leaving a trace of yourself in the world.