Briefkaart aan Philip Zilcken

This postcard was sent by Fenna de Meyier to Philip Zilcken, though the precise date remains elusive, there's a stamp indicating 1918. What strikes me is the delicate script, like a spiderweb spun across the card, each letter carefully formed, as if writing itself is a form of drawing. The ink, faded sepia, has a quietness to it, a gentle texture. The way the words curve and loop, it’s like watching a dance, a very slow, very deliberate choreography. Look at the address, each stroke precise, but also human, imperfect. It makes me think about time, not just as a measure of years, but as something that seeps into materials, softening edges, blurring intentions. It reminds me of work by Cy Twombly, where writing becomes image. And maybe that’s what art is, an ongoing conversation between people, across time and space, where even the simplest gesture carries a world of meaning.