This is a postcard, a "prentbriefkaart," sent by Ferdinand-Sigismund Bac, but we don't know exactly when. What strikes me first is the handwritten quality of the note and the grey ink, it’s so intimate. You can almost feel the pen on paper, the pressure and flow, the rhythm of his thoughts forming as he writes. The texture of the card itself adds to the experience. It’s not just the words, but the physical act of writing and sending that connects us to Bac. It feels like a direct line to his state of mind. Look at the signature, its swooping lines, so different from the neatness above it! It feels like a flourish, a final, confident mark. Bac was a contemporary of Toulouse-Lautrec, and there's something of that same Belle Époque elegance here, that sense of capturing a fleeting moment. Art, like a postcard, is about connection, about reaching out across time and space. It’s an invitation to see the world, and each other, a little differently.