Brief aan Philip Zilcken Possibly 1911 - 1913

Here is an artful script: This letter to Philip Zilcken, written in Lille, emerges as a dance of ink on paper. Imagine Tournoux hunched over his desk, the nib of his pen scratching, swirling, and pressing into the page. It's a performance of thought made visible. You know, the way each letter leans and connects feels deeply personal, like a secret whispered across time. The lines rise and fall, creating their own rhythm, their own landscape. The words, though fixed, feel fluid, as though they could rearrange themselves with each reading. I bet Tournoux was thinking about how words can build bridges or walls, depending on how you lay them down. He must have been thinking about how much a simple letter can carry: friendship, longing, news, all pressed between the lines. It's a reminder that art, in all its forms, is really about connecting – between people, between ideas, between then and now. Each gesture opens up a whole new world of feeling.