Brief aan Héloïse Bernard-Bodin 1878 - 1941

This letter was penned in Cairo, in March or April of 1894 by Emile Bernard. Imagine him, quill in hand, leaning over the page, the ink bleeding slightly into the paper as he wrestles with the weight of his words. I wonder what Héloïse might have been thinking as she read it. The density of the writing, the looping script, and the cross-outs suggest a mind working feverishly, caught between raw emotion and considered thought. It reminds me a bit of Cy Twombly's scrawls, a kind of intimate conversation captured on paper. You see, like a painter laying down brushstrokes, Bernard layers his words, building up texture and tone. The letter becomes more than just a message; it's a relic of a moment in time, a testament to the messy, beautiful act of communication. It speaks to the idea that every gesture, whether with ink or paint, is an act of vulnerability and connection.