Brief aan Philip Zilcken Possibly 1929

This letter, dated April 16th, 1929, was written by Alphonse Stengelin. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I can just imagine him, dipping his pen into the ink, carefully forming each word. Look at the loops in the handwriting, the way the ink pools in certain spots, creating these little dark accents. There’s a rhythm here, a dance between the hand, the pen, and the paper. Each stroke feels deliberate, yet there’s also a sense of ease, of letting the words flow naturally. Writing like this is a kind of performance; it's like watching a painter build up layers of color. I wonder what Stengelin was thinking as he wrote this letter? What was the relationship like between him and Philip Zilcken? Were they friends, collaborators, or something else entirely? And how did the act of writing shape their connection, bridging the distance between them? Painters write, writers paint. We are all in constant dialogue!