Berglandschap en een portret Possibly 1938

Here are two black and white photographs pasted onto a grey page in a scrapbook. On the left, a mountain range is caught in a photographic embrace, trees reach for the sky, and a balcony offers a stage to the scene. The artist, if we can call them that, captured something there, you can see that, can't you? A sense of light, maybe of longing. I think of the darkroom, the patience, the hope that the image contains what you felt. It's like painting really, that moment of recognition when the work starts talking back to you. Then to the right, a group of people sit for the camera, maybe they’re friends, or family. I think it’s the texture that gets me, you know, the way the emulsion renders the folds in their clothes. And those handwritten notes below, they remind us that art, in any form, is a conversation with ourselves and others.