Freddy wijst naar twee mannen in een deuropening before 1948

Hans Borrebach made this scene with ink and watercolour, and it’s like stumbling into the middle of a story. The crisp lines and flat colours, they give it this immediate, graphic punch, you know? I imagine Borrebach sketching this out, maybe chuckling to himself, thinking about the power dynamics at play. There’s Freddy, pointing, stage-managing this little drama in the doorway. And then there's the question - what's behind the door? What's not being said? Borrebach worked as a cartoonist for most of his life, he knew how to capture a moment with a few deft strokes, just like Daumier or Grosz did. There's an exchange happening, the suggestion of narrative, of lives intersecting. It’s a reminder that painting, like life, is all about those fleeting moments, captured and then gone, leaving us to fill in the gaps.