Briefkaart aan Philip Zilcken before 1926

Here is a postcard that Charles Destrée wrote to Philip Zilcken using ink on paper. I can imagine him sending this in Paris! You know, the act of writing itself is a kind of painting. I mean, look at the blue scribbles. I can feel Destrée making these marks, the pressure of the pen on the paper, the quick, loose gestures forming numbers. It’s like a dance, right? What was he thinking as he wrote? Was he in a hurry, or was he just being playful? The stamps, the handwriting, the smudges, the lines of text—they all add up to this intimate little object, a trace of someone's thoughts and actions. It makes me think about the way artists are always in conversation with each other, across time and space. Destrée is part of this ongoing exchange of ideas, and it's up to us to keep the conversation going. Painting is an embodied expression; it embraces ambiguity, allowing for multiple interpretations. There's no single, definitive reading, and that’s what makes it so exciting.