Brief aan August Allebé Possibly 1918

This letter was written by Wally Moes to August Allebé sometime in 1918. The writing here is so faint, like a whisper across time. It's as if each word is trying to disappear, blending back into the paper's surface. Look closely, and you can see how the ink seems to float on top, not quite sinking in, giving the whole thing an ephemeral quality. This makes me think about the act of writing, of trying to capture thoughts and feelings, knowing they might fade or shift over time. There's a certain fragility to the whole composition, a sense of transience that makes you want to lean in and listen closely, like catching a half-forgotten melody. It’s a good reminder that art, like memory, is always a process of layering, of adding and subtracting, until we're left with something that feels both familiar and new. This reminds me of Agnes Martin and her delicate, grid-like drawings, where she also uses subtle variations of tone and texture to evoke a feeling of quiet contemplation.