Notities 1890 - 1946

This is a page of graphite sketches and notes by Cornelis Vreedenburgh. It’s just lines on paper, right? But look how those lines gather to become trees, or maybe just the idea of trees. And then there’s the cursive text, a jumble of words like “morning” and “clear.” It’s all so fleeting. I love the way Vreedenburgh isn’t trying to capture a scene perfectly. Instead, it's more like a collection of impressions. The marks are thin, almost hesitant, and the paper is visible, letting the light through. It’s not precious, it’s process. You can almost feel him thinking, sketching, making notes, all at once. It reminds me a little of Cy Twombly’s notebooks, where writing and drawing become one. They both use line as a way to think, to feel, to let the world in. And that’s what art is all about, isn’t it? A way of seeing and experiencing, never fixed, always in motion.