This is a drawing of a dune landscape, likely made en plein air by Johan Antonie de Jonge with graphite on paper. I am drawn to the way it’s divided in two, each side offering a slightly different perspective on the same scene. Look at the marks – they're not trying to trick you into thinking you're seeing reality. They're upfront about being marks, hatch marks, scribbles, but somehow, they add up to something that feels like a place, a real lived-in space. The texture of the paper is part of the drawing, isn't it? Like the artist is in conversation with the material, letting it have its say. There's a lightness of touch here, an economy of means. It reminds me of Twombly, in a way, that sense of poetry in the everyday, the beauty in the unfinished. Art isn't about answers, it's about questions, about seeing the world in a slightly different way, one mark at a time.