Prentbriefkaart aan Joop Sjollema Possibly 1934

This postcard, dashed off in 1934 by Richard Nicolaüs Roland Holst, is like a little thought bubble, scribbled in ink. I imagine him hunched over a desk, the nib of his pen scratching across the card. The weight of the message, probably something mundane – a missed connection, a quick hello – but the ink swirls and pools, creating miniature landscapes on the card's surface. It’s a transient gesture, more about the act of communication than the content. Holst seems to be speaking in cursive—or, more accurately, writing. But aren't we all just talking when we're writing? I think of other artists who've embraced the everyday: Cy Twombly's impulsive scrawls, or even the Fluxus artists mailing art through the postal system. This postcard becomes a tiny, intimate artwork, a fleeting moment captured in ink. It's a reminder that art isn't always about grand statements but can be found in the quiet exchange of thoughts and feelings.