This ‘rubbing of the chalk drawing on page 35’ by Isaac Israels, it’s like he's not just making an image, but documenting a process. It feels almost archaeological, doesn't it? There’s something haunting about the flatness, the pale, ghostly marks like faint memories. It’s so subtle, almost a whisper of an image. You can see the texture of the paper, feel the grain, the way the chalk dust clings and disperses. It’s not about a perfect representation, but about the act of touching, transferring, and revealing. Look at that darker patch on the right – it's like a shadow, pulling the whole image back into the realm of the unseen. The process reminds me of Rauschenberg’s erased de Kooning drawing. These works are fleeting and transient and kind of melancholy, but that’s what makes them so beautiful.