Untitled c. 1930s

This Untitled photograph was captured by Piet Zwart, and when I look at it, I imagine him, camera in hand, drawn to this amazing machine. I mean, just look at it—all those pipes and wheels, each with its own job, all working together. The light is perfect, highlighting the textures and the dust. You can almost smell the oil and wood, feel the vibrations through the floor. What was Zwart thinking as he framed this shot? Was he fascinated by its industrial beauty, the way the parts fit together so perfectly? Or was he more interested in how the machine impacted the workers, their lives intertwined with its rhythms? It's hard to say for sure, but it’s clear that he saw something special here. It reminds me of all the artists who find beauty in unexpected places, who show us the poetry in the everyday. It's an ongoing conversation between artists across time.