Fragment uit Maleachi 3:3-13 1874 - 1945

This is a page from Carel Adolph Lion Cachet's notebook, filled with text in ink. It looks like he was just letting the words flow, you know? The ink has this real watery quality, kind of translucent, especially where it pools in the curves of the letters, or fades out to grey, like it’s barely there. You can almost feel the scratch of the pen on the page. There's a smudge in the lower left corner, like he maybe rested his hand there while he was thinking or writing. You can tell it was process over perfection. Look at the ‘z’ in ‘zal’ up top, how it swoops and dives, almost like a little bird taking flight. It's like the rest of the letters are trying to catch up. It makes me think of Cy Twombly's handwriting-like marks, but here it's all about the meaning of the words blending with the sheer joy of making them. It makes me think about the ongoing conversation that art is. It’s not about having all the answers, it’s about asking the right questions.