Daken 1890 - 1946

Cornelis Vreedenburgh made this pencil sketch on paper. It's a bare bones skeleton of a scene. It makes me think of something jotted down in a hurry – a passing impression. I can see Vreedenburgh rapidly capturing the essence of a structure, maybe some buildings, distilling the scene down to its basic shapes and lines. The quick, light strokes have an energy. I wonder, was he standing on a street corner, his sketchbook in hand, trying to catch the light before it changed? There's a sensitivity in these lines that reminds me of other sketchers like Twombly or Menzel. Artists who seem to pull images out of thin air. Ultimately, it doesn't matter if it is finished, it's just one step in a bigger conversation. It’s about the process, the artist's way of seeing and responding to the world. Each artist builds on the other, in an ongoing exchange of ideas and inspiration. It is this shared language that keeps art vital, and ever evolving.