Brief aan Richard Roland Holst 1876 - 1931

This letter was written by Charles Ricketts to Richard Roland Holst, back in 1929. It's a flurry of careful marks, made with ink, I imagine, and from a time when handwriting was an art form. You know, the thing about letters, especially handwritten ones, is that they're so process-oriented. Ricketts isn’t just communicating information, he's performing an act of care. Each word carefully placed, each line building on the last. I imagine him pausing, pen in hand, considering his next thought. The texture of the paper, the weight of the ink, the slant of his script – these material details shape the whole experience. And that one little flourish on the "T" in Townshend – it's like a signature, a personal touch that transforms a simple letter into something deeply intimate. This reminds me that art is just a conversation. Ricketts and Holst, they're just chatting across time, sharing ideas, and influencing each other, you know?