Brief aan Jan Veth Possibly 1917

This letter was dashed off by someone at the Rijksakademie in Amsterdam back in 1947. I can almost hear the scratch of the pen on the paper, see the ink bleeding slightly as they pour out their thoughts. The letter is a mix of politeness and urgency, a quick update to a friend, maybe about scheduling a meet-up. I imagine the artist pausing mid-sentence, unsure of a word, then boldly carrying on. Look at the way the lines swoop and dive, the ink pooling in certain spots, like dark thoughts given physical form. The text is the art here, the artist’s hand guiding our eye, inviting us into their world of deadlines, and studio visits. It reminds me that even the simplest gestures, like handwriting, can become an intimate form of expression. It's like a conversation across time, a quiet echo of connection.