Briefkaart aan August Allebé Possibly 1916 - 1917

This is a postcard to August Allebé, made in 1916, likely with ink on paper. It's not about an image, but about the gesture of sending, the flow of ink that forms words and directs them toward someone. The writing itself has a beautiful, almost frantic energy. Look at how the letters lean and loop, how the lines sometimes thicken and then thin out, like a heartbeat. There's a rhythm to it, a kind of dance on the page. It's easy to imagine the hand moving quickly, wanting to communicate something urgently. And then there are the stamps and seals, each a little marker of time and place. They’re like tiny abstract compositions, layered on top of the writing. I’m reminded of Cy Twombly, someone else who knew how to make language into pure, sensual mark-making. It’s a reminder that art isn't always about perfect representation; sometimes it's about capturing a feeling, a moment, a fleeting thought. The beauty is in that imperfect translation.