Briefkaart aan Willem Bogtman Possibly 1923

This vintage postcard to Willem Bogtman, likely dashed off with ink by Richard Nicolaüs Roland Holst, feels so intimate, like a secret whispered across time. Look at those looping lines and tightly packed words! I imagine Roland Holst hunched over a desk, maybe a little distracted, as the words poured out of him, trying to capture a fleeting thought. The writing is so dense, it almost becomes an abstract composition, a flurry of marks on paper. You can feel the weight of each stroke, the rhythm of his hand as it moved across the card. Maybe he was thinking about his other artistic pursuits. What do you think Bogtman made of it when it arrived? Did he read it carefully? Or just toss it aside? I like to think of all artists being in constant conversation, their ideas bouncing off of each other. Each message, like a stroke of paint, builds up a dialogue. It’s a reminder that art is about connection and exchange and that the smallest gesture can carry so much meaning.